A Journey Home
As I journey back home to India to spend some time with my parents, I am reminded of how fortunate I am to have received so much support from them throughout the years, and how deeply rooted I am in so much love. I am rooted in the value of doing right and have always tried to live my life by that. There is so much to be said of our roots and how we ought to, and often do, come back to them.
I want to use this trip home to take Phidon along on this journey, and show you some of the people you may not otherwise get to meet. As we were getting ready to open Phidon 10 years ago—and thinking of the bags we should have, my mom suggested a cotton bag with a Phidon logo, which could be reused by customers. She presented us with the first 100 bags, and from there, so many hundreds have since journeyed to Phidon all the way from my mom’s little boutique in India, which she has had for 20 years now. Each one of the men and women who work at my mom’s shop have been like an extended part of our family. It fills my heart with so much gratitude when I hear from them, how grateful they are for having a chance to make our bags and have the opportunity to support their own families.
Each bag that is cut, sewn and screen-printed by hand leaves the workshop packed in a large muslin bag with a red wax seal, and my dad dutifully journeys to the post office to mail these to us. As each bag departs Phidon, I give thanks to everyone behind them and hope that each one of you takes a little bit of this with you as you leave with products from Phidon.