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But, Why?

Marie Winfield

But, Why?
To some, it may appear to lack some refinement or class. Because of that door. That one cupboard door that doesn't match the others. Unlike the weathered and aged finish of the rest of the cabinet, it is stripped to the raw wood, and once again aged with time.  But it is why.

Saving the best for...

Marie Winfield

Saving the best for...
I was given a package of lovely fabrics. A special "welcome to the neighborhood" gift. I knew I'd use them to make something special. Something memory worthy. Something lasting and unique

Playing for Real

Marie Winfield

Playing for Real

I often get photos in my inbox of parents who find their own Pickles creatively playing with our products.Stories happening.Ideas coming to life. Imaginations conquering former impossibilities. And yes, there's even been some singing involved.If there is anything that makes me happier, I'm not sure what it is. This is my goal: to encourage kids (and adults alike!) to do and make things that feed creativity. I can't script what that will look like, but I am always delighted to see it really happening. Be creative today,Marie Winfield


Blooming Day is Coming

Marie Winfield

Blooming Day is Coming

I tucked some little bulbs in our unfinished yard last Fall. I had a hunch that at just the right time they'd bloom more than just "pretty." They'd bloom hope. Hope--reminding us that all of the slow, tedious, and even seemingly-minuscule tasks we are working on and working through one day and one moment at a time--that each investment is worth it all. Dying in the winter ground and then ever so slowly emerging into the warm sun and unfurling velvet scent and petals, that little brown bulb of hope burst into magnificent beauty. I was over the moon to...


Do you see it?

Marie Winfield

Do you see it?

Do you see it? I came down the stairs to this: a rocky island in the ocean, or so I was informed. As they explained, I began to hear the waves crashing and the boat rocking. The sun was hot, but in the optimistic sense that it revitalized the sea-faring souls and made anything seem possible. The fish were playing and the rocks were gorgeous colors, but not the colors I had first seen.Do you see it now?It is the beauty of childhood: the ability to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.Always be creative,Marie Winfield