There are two sides to this little universe called ErdeGora.
One smells like fresh print and possibility — print-on-demand.
No stock. No boxes. Just ideas turning into something real when someone clicks “order.”
Clean. Minimal. Efficient.
And then…
There’s the attic.
My “headquarters.”
Packed with oldies but goldies.
Boxes stacked like quiet ambition.
Inventory that breathes differently than digital files ever could.
And honestly? I love both.
Print-on-demand feels like freedom.
Inventory feels like commitment.
One teaches patience.
The other teaches faith.
Because when you keep stock, you’re saying:
“I believe this will find its person.”
Sometimes it does immediately.
Sometimes it waits.
Last year, we made a few pennies — enough to buy new things, test new ideas, reinvest instead of retreat. And the pieces that didn’t sell? Some were donated. Some were passed on. Some are still here, waiting for their second moment.
Nothing wasted. Just… redirected.
There’s something thrilling about needing something for a single day — a birthday party, a themed celebration, a spontaneous moment — and knowing it doesn’t have to end in the garbage after 24 hours.
We used it.
We loved it.
We passed it on.
It still looked new. So why not?
That’s the quiet genius of circulation.
Spring is coming, and I can already feel it — the urge to open every box in the attic headquarters, reorganize the pile that gathered over winter, re-touch, re-fold, re-think.
It’s not just decluttering.
It’s practice.
It shows me how much I actually love this business. Not just the designing. Not just the posting. But the packing.
Oh, the packing.
The folding.
The taping.
The labeling.
It’s strangely meditative. Like proof that something moved. Something sold. Something mattered.
Inventory teaches you discipline.
Print-on-demand teaches you flexibility.
Second life teaches you respect.
And the attic?
It teaches you that even in a small space — slightly chaotic, slightly dusty, definitely packed — big ideas can breathe.
Spring organizing is coming.
And I cannot wait for the thrill of rediscovery.
Because nothing here is just “old stock.”
It’s potential waiting for timing.
And timing, like seasons, always comes back around.
— weird. passionate. unapologetic.
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