Customer Stories
Puffy on the armchair
I came home one afternoon with a Puffy under my arm and left it on the armchair where she always sits to think. It was a tiny gesture that spoke...
Puffy on the armchair
I came home one afternoon with a Puffy under my arm and left it on the armchair where she always sits to think. It was a tiny gesture that spoke...
Between <span class="cp-accent">strings</span> ...
Customer story Between strings and hugs It wasn’t a special date. It was a rehearsal I couldn’t attend, an open guitar case and a little bear hiding among the cables....
Between <span class="cp-accent">strings</span> ...
Customer story Between strings and hugs It wasn’t a special date. It was a rehearsal I couldn’t attend, an open guitar case and a little bear hiding among the cables....
How a Puffy Waited in My Suitcase
I tucked a Puffy into my sister’s suitcase to welcome her back from Erasmus. It was a simple surprise: matching clothes, a note and a touch of lavender. A hug...
How a Puffy Waited in My Suitcase
I tucked a Puffy into my sister’s suitcase to welcome her back from Erasmus. It was a simple surprise: matching clothes, a note and a touch of lavender. A hug...