hello, cheetle.

Doin’ what you want. Makin’ mischief. Gettin’ curious. Bein’ deeeeelighted as fuck. hello, cheetle. was the babe child of me and my best bud, Britt, toting “care packs for carefree babes.” The biz was dedicated to sourcing small-batch goods from lady entrepreneurs to keep a girl prepared for any situation—from festival exploits and romps with a lucky lover, to all-nite outings with your crew (and the hangover that follows).

We threw a bunch of KILLER parties, pop-up events, and even scavenger hunts with buried booze.