I was an introverted girl who was mommy's shadow. My mother was incredibly creative. She once took a large wicker fan spade and turned it into a one-of-a-kind headboard. My childhood consisted of many weekends bent over the kitchen table together creating things like ornaments, home decor, and Halloween costumes. I grew up, married, had children. My mom died just after my twenty-fifth birthday. But her essence stayed with me. I passed along her love of crafting. My own daughter and I have spent many hours bent over the VERY SAME kitchen table creating school projects, room decorations, and memories. Life changes. Creating took a back seat. Until, my life fell apart. I found myself lying in my daughter's childhood bedroom surrounded by memories. I laid there feeling small wondering how the hell I lost myself and how do I get myself back? I looked over at my daughter's old art desk. Memories of time together, things created, washed over me. I remembered the excitement of brainstorming, the thrill of the transformation and the fulfillment of seeing what you created complete. I had always wanted my own business- playing shop with a toy cash register and an old pricing gun as a girl, selling my own crafts. Could tapping into my creativity be the answer to where I needed be, to WHO I needed to be? I felt a flutter of excitement for the first time in a while. And that folks, is the moment Be Honest Co was born, launching my first product: the FUCK OFF phone grip.
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I was an introverted girl who was mommy's shadow. My mother was incredibly creative. She once took a large wicker fan spade and turned it into a one-of-a-kind headboard. My childhood consisted of many weekends bent over the kitchen table together creating things like ornaments, home decor, and Halloween costumes. I grew up, married, had children. My mom died just after my twenty-fifth birthday. But her essence stayed with me. I passed along her love of crafting. My own daughter and I have spent many hours bent over the VERY SAME kitchen table creating school projects, room decorations, and memories. Life changes. Creating took a back seat. Until, my life fell apart. I found myself lying in my daughter's childhood bedroom surrounded by memories. I laid there feeling small wondering how the hell I lost myself and how do I get myself back? I looked over at my daughter's old art desk. Memories of time together, things created, washed over me. I remembered the excitement of brainstorming, the thrill of the transformation and the fulfillment of seeing what you created complete. I had always wanted my own business- playing shop with a toy cash register and an old pricing gun as a girl, selling my own crafts. Could tapping into my creativity be the answer to where I needed be, to WHO I needed to be? I felt a flutter of excitement for the first time in a while. And that folks, is the moment Be Honest Co was born, launching my first product: the FUCK OFF phone grip.