We met at art school, one of the best there is. We thought a good degree meant the hard part was over. It wasn't. We graduated into applications that went nowhere, and that quiet fear that everyone else had it figured out except us.

On the worst days, the only thing that helped was making something. Mixing a colour, shaping silicone, squishing it over and over until the noise in our heads went soft. Not a plan, not a business. Just the one thing that let us breathe.

Then we realised we weren't the only ones carrying that weight. So we started making squishies for other people too: a little piece of calm you can keep in your pocket. Each one is hand-sculpted from food-grade silicone, no two alike, soft and slow to spring back.

We started with almost nothing. Today our squishies sit on desks and in bags across the UK, Japan, the US and Europe, doing for someone else the same small thing they once did for us. One squeeze, one softer mood. 🩷