It started at my kitchen table.

It began with my daughter's stuffed animal and a cheap set of paints. She loved her "little friend" so much that we made another, and another — a whole shelf of tiny twins. I painted most of them myself, late at night (turns out it's addictive); she added her own Rainbow Kitty. Then her friends wanted them. Then their parents did.

Paintlin's is that afternoon, packed into a box: the scanning, the printing, and the quiet joy of making something that's unmistakably yours. There's a soft reason in there too — the lovey that could never be replaced finally has a stand-in. Make a couple. One travels, one stays safe.

— Charles, the dad behind Paintlin's