Let me tell you a little story…
Once upon a time a woman ventured into her local craft store in search of a new hobby. The nice saleslady there introduced her to rubber stamping and even signed her up for a class. After discovering the magic of embossing powder the woman quickly became addicted. She happily purchased 6 or 7 stamps right on the spot. And just a few short weeks later she had already accumulated dozens of stamps! (Sound familiar?)
Well it just so happens that this newly addicted stamper was my mother. She then began to encourage me to turn my collection of illustrations into rubber stamps. I think she had ulterior motives 😉
As an artist I was always open to new ways to market my work. And my husband, Bill, who was looking to make a career change at that time, jumped at the idea of learning a new skill and the opportunity to play with power tools on a daily basis. And so Repeat Impressions was born and rubber stamps took over our lives.
At the time we started our business we were living in a three bedroom condo. We turned one bedroom into an office and set up workshop space in our garage. A year later a second bedroom had been turned into storage space for our inventory and supplies, we could no longer park a car in the garage, and rubber stamps had somehow crept into my dresser drawers… something had to give.
Rather than move the business and have to commute, we opted to build a home around our business. So we found a little parcel of land where we wouldn’t bother our neighbors… most people don’t appreciate the buzz of a saw at odd hours… and built a nice little home with plenty of room for our workshop and office.
After we were all moved in and the dust had settled my Mom presented us with a little housewarming gift. Inside the box was this nice plaque inscribed with the words “Wendy & Bill’s ~ House That Stamps Built.” How great was that? And so true! That plaque is still proudly displayed in the entrance of our home. And we’ve worked and lived here happily ever after ever since!
Thank you for stopping by to hear our story,