Apparently Facebook Ate My Face 🫣🙈

Well…if you’ve wandered onto my Facebook page lately and noticed that my profile picture has mysteriously vanished into the void…no, you’re not imagining things 😂

Overall vibe: small business exhaustion + witchy chaos + dark cottagecore humor + “I guess I live like this now” 🧹✨🤷‍♀️

Somewhere deep within the tangled forest of Meta, my face apparently got sacrificed to the algorithm gods

I’ve cleared caches ✨
I’ve logged in and out ✨
I’ve poked every setting I can find ✨
I’ve muttered Appalachian witch words at my laptop ✨

And still…nothing

At this point I’m honestly just assuming my profile picture will randomly reappear one day like a ghost returning to its haunted Victorian portrait frame✨

The funny thing about running a handmade business is that people usually see the pretty side of it
💫the finished brooms
💫the moody photos
💫the glowing broomcorn by candlelight
💫the polished website

What they don’t always see is the absolute chaos quietly happening behind the scenes

This past weekend alone was vendor events, yard work, laundry piles, website tweaking, trying to remember passwords I definitely should’ve written down somewhere, and me periodically checking Facebook like:
“Do I have a face again yet?”

And nope

Still faceless 😶

But honestly? The work keeps moving anyway

💜There’s broomcorn drying by the fire tonight
💜A black and chocolate broom waiting to be capped
💜Blue Moon brooms slowly taking shape in the broom room.
💜New ideas scribbled onto random scraps of paper beside coffee cups and twine clippings

And somewhere between all the chaos, the business keeps growing roots

So if you happen to see a mysterious faceless broom page floating around Facebook for a little while longer…yep, that’s still me!!

Still weaving. Still dyeing broomcorn. Still quietly building this little Appalachian magic business one broom at a time 🧹

And hopefully someday soon…Facebook will remember I actually have a profile picture 😂

Many Blessings!!!

💜