It’s easy to be endlessly inspired by this beautiful place. Combine that with a love for making things, and suddenly you have over 100 different offerings. 

Some we fell head over heels in love with, and some simply had their moment. 

I’ve come to realize that I don’t want to make more.

What I want is to make fewer things, but really really well. 

So, the Hobbyist is simplifying. We’re narrowing down our collections to focus on your favourites and make room for what comes next. 

Which means it’s time to say goodbye to a few ol’friends. 

With Care,

Tam xo

I grew up on Vancouver Island surrounded by women who made things with their hands.

My mum, my nan, my sisters, my aunties. Some of my earliest memories are of sitting around tables with them, making something out of whatever was in front of us. We canned, pickled, baked, sewed and foraged. My nan had a tickle trunk under her stairs, filled with craft supplies for making costumes, hand puppets or whatever our next creative idea happened to be.

Our homes were places where women gathered, created, figured things out and passed things down.

Nobody called it creativity or craftsmanship. It was simply part of how we lived.

I don’t think I understood until much later just how deeply that way of growing up shaped me.