Sapana Stories
It Was Never About The Jump
There are two kinds of adventure. The loud kind. And the quiet kind. Last weekend, I did the loud kind. I jumped out of an airplane. This story actually started years ago....
It Was Never About The Jump
There are two kinds of adventure. The loud kind. And the quiet kind. Last weekend, I did the loud kind. I jumped out of an airplane. This story actually started years ago....
Building More Than Another Room
We're expanding. I've probably said that a hundred times over the last few weeks (months?), but every time I do, it feels a little unfinished - until now. It's not...
Building More Than Another Room
We're expanding. I've probably said that a hundred times over the last few weeks (months?), but every time I do, it feels a little unfinished - until now. It's not...
Why We Make Everything By Hand
Handcrafted, always. Actually, that's not entirely true. We don't make everything by hand. But from the very beginning, I've given Sapana a simple set of rules. If you've worked...
Why We Make Everything By Hand
Handcrafted, always. Actually, that's not entirely true. We don't make everything by hand. But from the very beginning, I've given Sapana a simple set of rules. If you've worked...
Christmas in July Makes Absolutely No Sense
Neither did Christmas in Thailand. We spent a few Christmases overseas. Our first December / Christmas away from home was in Thailand. It was warm. Tropical. Humid enough that nobody...
Christmas in July Makes Absolutely No Sense
Neither did Christmas in Thailand. We spent a few Christmases overseas. Our first December / Christmas away from home was in Thailand. It was warm. Tropical. Humid enough that nobody...
Choose the Guy Who Will Build You a Bridge (still)
Last year, I wrote a blog post called Choose the Guy Who Will Build You a Bridge. It was about my dad. And my husband. And all the men who look at...
Choose the Guy Who Will Build You a Bridge (still)
Last year, I wrote a blog post called Choose the Guy Who Will Build You a Bridge. It was about my dad. And my husband. And all the men who look at...
Beautiful Things Made by Good People: Why Herit...
This morning I stood in my kitchen making breakfast and realized I was surrounded by people I have never met. Not literally, of course. But the work from their hands...
Beautiful Things Made by Good People: Why Herit...
This morning I stood in my kitchen making breakfast and realized I was surrounded by people I have never met. Not literally, of course. But the work from their hands...