Pippi

Sometimes the simplest thing can carry you straight back to childhood.

For me, this broom did exactly that. As I worked the bright orange through the natural broomcorn, twisting and braiding it in directions that refused to be perfectly straight or symmetrical, one name kept coming to mind—Pippi Longstocking.

Pippi was a favorite of mine growing up. Wild red hair, mismatched ways, ridiculous adventures, and a spirit that never seemed particularly concerned with what the rest of the world thought she should be.

And somehow, that spirit found its way into this broom.

She is a little off-center. A little wacky. Her braids wander where they please, reaching out from the broomcorn as though they have minds of their own. She isn't polished into perfect symmetry, because Pippi never needed to fit neatly into anyone else's idea of what she was supposed to be.

There is something magical about remembering the characters we loved as children—and realizing, years later, that maybe we loved them because they showed us a little piece of who we wanted permission to become.

Unapologetically different. Fiercely independent. A little strange. And completely, wonderfully ourselves.

This one is Pippi