Dear friend, If this little letter has found its way to you, then you’ve stepped into a place very close to my heart. I grew up learning things at the hip, the way so many of us once did. Hands beside hands. Quiet watching. Little lessons tucked into ordinary days. It’s a way of learning that’s becoming a lost art, and it makes me want to gather everyone close and show them the things I was shown. That’s how this school was born, a cozy, hands‑on extension of my Snail Mail Club, stitched together with the same warmth, only now you can roll up your sleeves and make things right alongside me. Imagine a tiny cottage by the lake, a wooden kitchen table, a basket of threads, and Teazel the beagle snoring softly by the stove. That’s the spirit of this place. Inside, you’ll find lessons waiting like little parcels of comfort: a stitch to learn, a creature to sew, a kitchen ritual to bring ease into your day, a craft to make with (or for) little ones. Nothing here needs to be perfect. Everything is meant to feel handmade, human, and full of heart. And just like the old days of learning at the hip, this is a place for connection. A warm, adult‑only community where we share our makes, our questions, and the small stories of our days, the kind you might whisper over a simmering pot or jot on the back of a postcard. Thank you for stepping into this cottage with me. I hope it becomes a place you look forward to visiting a gentle companion in the rhythm of your weeks. Now then… shall we begin our first little make together? With warmth, Ellie Cottage Grandma (and Teazel the beagle who insists on being included)