Remember back when Tuck Shop was just a baby? We used to worry about the little rascal all the time. Typical parenting stuff: Would she make some nice friends? Stay out of trouble? Would the other brands pick on her, just because she was smaller and thought everything looked better in cashmere?
Doesn't seem like it was that long ago. Now our pride and joy's got a passport, great partners, and a legit place in Summerhill (with a wonderful roommate).
The past two years have been pretty awesome, and the outpouring of love and support we've received during that time has been nothing short of overwhelming. This calls for a party: