The Story Behind Rusty B

That first copper rose started something I never saw coming.

I made it for my mom’s gravestone because I wanted something that would last. Something I could make with my own hands that would always be there.

I didn't set out to start a business. I wasn't thinking about products, craft shows, or building a brand. I was simply trying to make a rose.

But somewhere between that first piece of copper, the hammering, the heat, and figuring things out as I went, something clicked.

I wanted to make another one.

And then another.

I started experimenting with copper—learning how it moved, how it changed with heat, how a hammer could turn a flat piece of metal into something completely different. Some pieces worked. Some definitely did not. And there was a whole lot of trial and error in between.

But I was hooked.

That first rose wasn't perfect, and neither was the path that followed. But it was the beginning of something I couldn't quite let go of.

One rose became a reason to keep learning.
Learning became creating.
And creating slowly became something much bigger than I ever imagined.

I just didn't know it yet.

That little rose was only the beginning.