This story began almost 12 years ago. Our founder found herself in what felt like a dead end. Little did she know it was only the beginning of her story.
The Story from our founders perspective:
This isn't a story for the faint of heart. It’s not a fairy tale but it is my happily ever after;
2008: I was 16 years old and expecting my fist child. In the eyes of society my future was unfortunate. For years I carried on determined to not let my fate be predictable.
2012: I was a 19 year old girl with a 4 year old daughter. I believed my reality was similar to women around me. I thought it was sacrifice women made to keep a “happy home”. Everyday living in fear with a terrifying low level of self worth.
It was spring and I enrolled in a printmaking class.
I now know with every ounce of my being this class saved my life.
Our professor was lecturing for our final. The subject was public vs. private. The example was Peggy Digs and her efforts to bring aid and awareness into the lives of abused women. My thoughts as I studied were, “No, not me never everything is fine.” I could have chosen ANY topic but I didn’t. The topic for my final was domestic violence.
I wanted to understand the subject and why women stayed in these relationships. It seemed like an obvious and easy decision any person could make.
For the record it was the hardest decision I ever made… the best but the HARDEST.
I found my self knee deep in the subject. Creating a comfortable cozy piece of art people could wear around their neck yet with an alarming drawing of a fist printed on a scarf surrounded by swirls to distract.
My own description for domestic violence is; Something beyond comfortable, something so familiar and yet criminal, all wrapped up into one.
Suddenly on May 5th 2012 it dawned on me that what I had been experiencing was abuse.
It was me. I needed the help. I had been begging for help, silently for the last five years. I walked out to my dad with a bundle of papers that I had used for my research and highlighted everything that had ever happened to me in the last 5 years. (There was a lot of highlighter.)
I crumbled into his arms the way my toddler old falls into mine. With his guidance and the help from Domestic Violence solutions of Santa Barbara I found the help and healing I yearned for.
This company is dedicated to my father. Every time I felt like I had given all that I had to give. He’s picked me up and reminded me that there is someone powerful inside of me.
He’s reminded me of the voice I need to share. Most importantly he is the inspiration for the company. He’s worn a “cowboy” hat almost everyday ever since I can remember.
I’ve got a creative piece inside of me that requires I make something. I’ve made all sorts of things in a variety of mediums. Yet, nothing stuck quite like hat making.
This has been the missing link. This is something special and creative. Something I can make with my hands with intention and purpose. I decided that these hats would be much more than just hats. These hats would serve as a vehicle to pay it forward.
I am not embarrassed or ashamed of my story. The outcome has been abundant personal growth and transformation. It’s been tumultuous and at times heart wrenching. It’s definitely more than an any person should ever have to experience. Yet, it has lit a fire in my belly to do something great, something bigger than me, something that matters. It’s been 12 years in the making.
With that said;
I bring you Desert Rose Hat Co. We make quality goods for a higher purpose.