Rachel, Creative Superhero | Design Ninja
Rachel was born at a very young age and is a self-made thousandaire. She comes from a Corporate American background (her previous name was 19056) and traded in her suits for yoga pants. She is excellent at dreaming big, parallel parking and is exceptionally gifted at opening wine bottles. Rachel loves cardio-shopping and hanging Post It notes--but not at the same time though. Rachel lives vicariously through herself and loves sweatshirt season, her son Crew, daughter Monroe Olivia and Dreamweaver husband, Ryan. She also has two furry Labrador children who are blissfully unaware they are, in fact, dogs. Rachel also speaks fluent sarcasm. One thing you should know about Rachel is that she literally smiles as she responds to customer emails--which is admittedly odd to watch. She LOVES her customers and often brags that she has some of the best in the lower 48.
Proverbs 31:25
Whitney, Chief Everything Officer | Brand Warrior
Whitney was destined to be a girl boss. She comes from an event planning background and is obsessed with logistics and marketing. She is a self claimed expert in sipping champagne, a lover of a good spray tan, and all things fabulous! She lives for her morning latte, any excuse to go shopping, her husband Tyler, their sweet baby girl, and two dogs. Whitney is wonderfully witty (say that five times fast). Whitney loves nothing more than making her customers happy. She does backflips every time a new 5 star review comes in...No seriously she does, she's a former gymnast.
Melody, Operations Rockstar | Jane Of All Trades
Melody has a BS in Biological Sciences, so naturally she spends her days in the creative box curating! She’s a rookie-level selfie taker who loves sleep, dreads small talk, and whose hair is full of secrets anytime it’s humid out. Melody is admittedly kinda weird, but it’s ok - her friends assure her it’s just a side effect of awesomeness. When she’s not busy making sure your boxes are perfect, Melody enjoys singing show tunes, drinking wine, and watching Food Network with her husband Joel. Melody is perfectly happy to work quietly behind the scenes but knows that fabulous ends in “us.” Coincidence? Doubt it.
Barb, unicorn wrangler | Office Mom
What can we say about Barb?! She is the only one who didn't write her own bio because we REALLY wanted to brag on her for bit -- and she wouldn't dream of doing it herself. Barb is our very own angel. Light literally follows her around. She is the kind of person who steps in to a room and makes everything around her more lovely and colorful. Even one day after lunch, we saw songbirds fly to her outstretched arms and sing in harmony while Barb hummed "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes." She keeps us in line and covers all of the things that we may forget. We are so lucky to have Barb on our team and White Confetti wouldn't be the same without her! We heart Barb 4ever!
TARA, director of dream fulfillment | BOSS BABE
Tara is always the first to laugh especially at her own jokes. She finds joy in the simple things--lunch outside, live music and good food (because FOOD. IS. LIFE). Her favorite things include efficiency and organization, I mean, isn't EVERYTHING a puzzle waiting to be put together? Known for wearing her heart on her sleeve, she moved here on a whim (for a very cute boy) her best decision ever!!! She is grateful to be a part of such a fun, creative, and passionate team. Tara is one of our newest members but we constantly say how we feel like she's been here like 15 years already. And we have no shame to chain her to her desk if she ever plans to leave. Just sayin.
abigail, Director of First Impressions
Abby is busy being fabulous and has yet to submit her bio. So 'The Utter Nonsense Generator' was enthusiastically up for the challenge to fill her space. Here goes:
A thug over a cigar gives a pink slip to a bicep, because a guardian angel from the mirror slyly sells the girl over the midwife to a chain reaction. Jespera and I took a toothache inside the boy (with the completely strawberry-blonde trombone, a strawberry-blonde ruffian, a few toothpicks, and a necromancer) to arrive at a state of intimacy where we can thoroughly trade baseball cards with our curse. Unlike so many clodhoppers who have made their secretly gingerly bubble bath abhorrent to us, hands remain ghastly. And they lived happily ever after.
