I wouldn't call myself a cynic, but I will admit to being a New Yorker, which some people think is the same thing. Essentially, I have a low tolerance for overly fluffy fantasy, and part of me was worried that would be what Birdmoss was. But eh, I wanted a monthly box of whimsical trinkets, so I gave this a shot. And...
it's lovely, actually.
I was charmed by my introductory box and its little stories. I made some candles- they're not perfect, not by far, but it was fun and I showed my friends and they read the little story about the field mice. "That's so stinkin' cute" was the consensus. Bunch of folks in their 30s talking to each other about what kind of mouse we'd be. (Here's a pic of my janky candles, along with some treasures from the luna moss box and a little coin i bought.)
I ordered some extra trinkets and shared them with my husband, who I was surprised to find tearing up at some of the writing. "It makes a good point about how interconnected everything is," he said. And you know, it did.
Speaking as someone who used to price curios for a shop, the price tag is reasonable for the items you get, sure, but that's not what you're paying for, in my opinion. Birdmoss is entry into a little world, and it is definitely more than worth it; the trinkets selected for you are wrapped in an interconnected narrative, weaving from one to the other and drawing you in. It's good writing. It's attention to detail in the little secret notes. It's the poems you get in your inbox. It's the fully realized realm that now welcomes you in.
I love it. I'm looking forward to my next box, and I'm looking forward to sharing its arrival with my loved ones as we all peek into the world of Birdmoss.