How did we get here so fast?

The tumbling of the weeds...
I'm sure blogs have many purposes these days. At Tumbleweed, we are excited to be able to share ours with you. We have been so fortunate to acquire the talents of two young and creative designers. Together, we are finally creating our long awaited website and as you can see our new blog. Our goal has always been to satisfy the design needs of our clients with integrity, forethought and good planning. It has also been to go to the beach, drive carelessly and ponder the meaning of life. We hope you will join us on this journey of reckless abandon and pillow making.
This holiday we will be introducing our online shop. We will be presenting our lovingly packaged holiday candles and other yummy gift items. Our collection will also include a wonderful selection of custom and vintage, lighting, gifts and furniture.
As many of you know we lost my father William J. McGraw recently. It is a profound and silently painful experience to lose someone you love so very much. I can only hold on to the goals and dreams I shared so fervently with my father. I know how very much he wanted for me and how very much he loved us all. Now, I'm still not so sure what the point of a blog is but I know that I can't sell sofa's or design furniture or make your life prettier with out sharing the story of our lives. 2007 has been hard for the "weeds" Everyone really supported me while my father was so ill but the story doesn't end there. At the same time as my fathers passing Hilary's father was getting ready for his own journey.
Now, let me tell you a little bit about Hilary. She has been my friend and worked with me for 9 years. In that time NO ONE has ever complained about her (don't start now), If you think that is a interesting bit of trivia wait until you hear this...In 9 years she has never and I mean never called in sick. Yes, this makes her eligible for some kind of saint status but she is way too cool for that. She is honorable beyond mention. My father said she was a beautiful woman inside and out. He was right and I am blessed to be able to create and laugh with her.
My fathers daughter
My father said and did a lot of profound things in his life. Shortly before he passed away this year he said to me in a dreamlike state "How did we get here so fast". I honestly didn't know. I know that growing up with Billy Big Bucks was the best adventure any kid could ask for. It seems like yesterday when we were rescued by the coast guard and I was embarrassed because he kept referring to himself as "Skipper McGraw". He would laugh when we would feel insecure by the crazy things he would say and do. I think he knew we all just wanted to be as bold and certain of our words as he was.

It has been 10 years since Tumbleweed & Dandelion opened its doors. The only benefactor we ever knew was William J. McGraw. I'm sure he thought he was throwing his money away but he always gave me a chance. My father was ill for about a year before he died and he suffered like a saint. He never worried or fussed about himself. Instead, like a true mensch he would ask about others he knew were suffering. Two of those people have also passed away. They are Hilary's father Henry Simmons Romaine and Charles Walker. I like to think the fathers of my dearest friends are sharing stories and cocktails as I write this. Great men never die. They pass on their strengths, hopes and dreams for us to honor, cherish and fulfill.

Endeavor to persevere
We truly are the "little shop around the corner" except the corner is a street called "Abbot Kinney" and "the man" doesn't seem to be swallowing us up yet. As a matter of fact we are after "the man". We are chasing the dream and catching rainbows.