That cycle—taking a real object, running it through a creative process, and spitting it out as something new—never stops amazing me. It feels like alchemy. Except instead of turning lead into gold, I’m turning produce into paper goods. Slightly less profitable, but still fun.

Postcards have always fascinated me. They’re everyday objects but also artifacts—like tiny billboards of nostalgia. I’ve collected them for years, partly for the designs, partly because they prove people used to have attention spans long enough to handwrite messages. Designing postcards feels like adding my own chapter to that tradition. And now, thanks to Cindy’s tomatoes, my neighbor’s garden is basically in the stationery business.

So yes, it all started with muffins, a returned plate, and a casual produce drop-off. And now I have a new design I can hold in my hand—rooted in community, translated through creativity, and finished as a vintage-inspired postcard. Honestly? Not a bad trade for some muffins.