Every so often, I write a letter to my favorite curious people and send it into the world—and I mean a real letter: paper, envelope, your actual mailbox. It’s the good stuff: new experiments, a mash-up that worked (or gloriously didn’t), things I’m itching to try, and—if you’re local—first dibs on workshop dates.
No firehose, no spam, no “10 LIFE-CHANGING CROCHET HACKS.” Just a handmade note from one crafty human to another, whenever I’ve got something worth sending. It doesn’t scale, and that’s sort of the point.
Your address stays with me—never sold, never shared, just used to send you letters. Stop anytime, no hard feelings.