Hidden Treasure November 14 2014
There once was a man who lived in a little house in a little town. He had a little wife and together they had three little girls. This little house was filled with silliness and not a little, but a lot of noise. Under the stairs in this little loud house was a little closet that was filled with treasure. Oak Island treasure. The treasure was not in chests, but in boxes. The treasure was neither gold nor diamonds. It was books - books filled with pictures and words of truth and adventure; of exploration and empowerment.
This tiny room was once a storage closet prior to its life as a toy closet and now its re-incarnation as the Woolly Thyme Press stock room. Though I must admit, it still doubles as a craft supply storage facility and possibly triples as the Christmas elves stock room! Someday, I will be brave enough to give you a tour of the facility, but for now that vault is sealed.
Stay tuned for a sneak peak of our press headquarters ... which doubles as our dining room.
These are the realities of a grass roots press.