10/05/2026
Last week, we handed back the keys to our warehouse. Only afterward did we realize it had been six years, almost to the day, since we first got them.
Back then, PP had grown so fast that operating out of our garage wasn’t working. At the same time, signing a lease for something bigger felt like a leap. When the space turned up on Craigslist we went for it - it was exactly what we needed and somehow in budget. Kismet, if you believe in that sort of thing (I do).
Since then we’ve opened and closed stores, tried new things and quit a few. The warehouse was the one constant. It saw Polished Prints in every phase: our first big shipment, a full screen printing operation (and the very good decision to stop), countless photoshoots, incredible staff, and the home to every piece we’ve designed since.
Mostly, though, it held people. My husband’s coworkers who moved us in with a b**r truck. A friend who drove two hours to paint the ceiling. Employees who became family, college students doing late-night inventory counts, mail carriers who bent the rules for us, and everyone who showed up for birthdays, happy hours and late nights getting orders out. Looking back, it’s honestly humbling. None of this would have happened without them.
It’s also where I showed my kids what betting on yourself looks like.
They say home is where your people are, and I believe that. But packing up reminded me some spaces hold a little magic too.
Letting go of a space like this might look like a step backward. It isn’t. I’ve learned bigger isn’t always better and every move lately has brought us closer to what I love most: making something personal enough that it feels made for you.
Nothing is changing with our online shop or wholesale. We’ve just moved into a smaller space much closer to the store, and after a year of driving back and forth, that alone feels like a win.
With all that being said, here are some throwbacks to Warehouse moments over the years. And to everyone who’s been a part of this chapter, thank you. Onward🤍
