The Garage That Built a Coven

People see the finished pieces—the polished glass, the lucky keys, the photos, the brand. What they don't see is where it all began.

A garage.

Nothing glamorous. Just four walls that somehow managed to hold an entire lifetime's worth of memories.

This garage has heard conversations that lasted until sunrise. It has witnessed ideas that changed everything, arguments that almost ended it all, tears that couldn't be held back, and laughter so loud the neighbors probably questioned our sanity.

There is sweat in these walls. A little blood, too. More than a few broken bottles and even more broken plans that somehow turned into better ones.

A couple of the witches even fell in love here.

Every shelf, every workbench, every burn mark on the floor tells part of the story of Cowboy Coven.

This is where forgotten bottles became something worth keeping. Where mistakes became lessons. Where we learned that creating something by hand isn't just about glass—it's about patience, resilience, and believing that broken things deserve another chance.

Most importantly, this is where our cowboy left his fingerprints.

He taught us more than how to shape glass. He showed us how to chase an idea that seemed impossible, how to build with your hands, and how to laugh through the hard days. Cowboy Coven may have started in this garage, but it was built on his spirit.

Now it's time to leave these walls behind.

We'll pack the tools, the glass, and the dust that somehow finds its way into everything. But the memories stay here, woven into every crack in the concrete.

As we move into our new home, we aren't starting over.

We're carrying the garage with us.

We're carrying every late-night conversation, every lesson, every victory, every failure, every witch who showed up when they were needed, and the spirit of our cowboy, who still rides beside us every step of the way.

The birthplace of Cowboy Coven will always be this little garage.

And no matter where we go next, a piece of it will live inside every creation that leaves our hands.

Here's to new walls.

The magic is coming with us.

Always slightly disheveled but that's how we like it.