HOLIDAYS!

My dearest wicked hares,

I closed the doors of my little enchanted emporiums and set off on a (more or less) well-deserved holiday.

Since September, life has been anything but quiet. Between my father’s illness, my mother’s fragility, and Samanta’s accident, I’ve found myself carrying more weight than I ever imagined, both in heart and hands. I won’t pretend: I am tired. Deeply so. But also serene.

This weariness has slowed me down, and as a result, many of you have waited longer than usual for your patterns, your packages, your treasures. Yet, except for a few rare shadows, you’ve been radiant with patience, kindness, and understanding. Some of you even sent warmth and encouragement, and for that, I am endlessly grateful.

My world turned upside down, but I stayed standing thanks to all those who love me… including you. Still, I carry a bit of regret for the tangled threads I left behind in my work. Please believe me when I say: I always tried to do my best, even when time and strength were slipping through my fingers.

Now, at long last, I’m setting off to a land I’ve dreamed of for years, a place I’ve never seen, yet have always felt calling me. I promise to take you with me, to show you glimpses of old magic, of sacred stones and whispering winds, of stories etched in time.

Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for bearing with the mess, the delays, the confusion.

I’ll be back in July with wonders for summer, Halloween delights, and even a touch of Yuletide sparkle. I’ll give you a little peek upon my return, but the grand reveal will be at our glorious end-of-August market.

Until then, I send you a big warm hug, a sprinkle of stardust, and the soft rustle of hare paws running through the wild meadows.