When I was a child, every Christmas you’d find me and my younger brother pinching ourselves, excited for our “one” special gift. My parents were raised with much less than we were and, whilst I was extremely fortunate to have had a privileged upbringing, they poured into us a deep value and appreciation for our belongings.

So under our family Christmas tree wasn’t a huge pile of spilling presents—but one, utterly special gift that I would keep untouched for a week just to soak in its magic; one that I’d treasure for many years to come.

So maybe just a touch serendipitous that Bombaby would only bring totally beautiful things that were made to last?

I’ll leave that one to you.

When I’m not sketching designs on scraps of paper, shopping for dazzling things, or gorgeously wrapping up a customer’s order, I’m a busy mum of two that works full-time as an English Literature teacher. Books were my way into Indian culture, and that was where I found this vivid, exotic world that literally pulled me towards it.

Short story: a chance encounter with a supplier in Jaipur, some risky decisions and a sprinkling of fate have speedily lead me onto the path of my Bombaby journey.

But the long story isn’t my story; it's the story of the artisans in that ancient city who I just seemed to connect with, the beautiful tradition of block printing itself, and the customers who value authentic, handmade things that get people asking them, “Where on earth did you get that from?”