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November 2

Moving is change. Reflection. Endurance. Energy. Chaos. Clarity. The grind. Growth. And a fairly brutal exercise in taking stock. A test of patience, perspective, and one’s willingness to confront the frankly absurd quantity of raw materials I’ve accumulated over the last six years. There’s something quite mad about packing up everything you’ve built, moving it, and then having to unpack the whole bloody thing again. Every box is a bit of an archaeological dig. Things I’d forgotten existed. Treasures from people whose paths have crossed ours. Remnants of ideas that never quite made it into the world. Things that remind me how far we’ve come. And approximately one million beads I have absolutely no recollection of buying. It’s a strange thing to see six years of work as to 110 boxes of stuff. All the decisions, experiments, mistakes, relationships and ridiculous ideas that have become String Ting. And amongst it all, the chance to reconsider what we actually need, what still excites us, and what might deserve a second life. I’m exhausted, excited, occasionally questioning my own sanity, and very aware that none of this is going to unpack itself. Anyway, here are some pictures of our stuff . Will keep sharing if you want to see more from inside the treasure trove 🪎