One of Taylor Hamilton's first memories was at three years old. She was under a table in the laundry room while her mom was folding clothes above. In mock-Disney princess fashion (and loud enough for all to hear) she wished she may and she wished she might have a legal pad and envelopes to play with that night. Now, all you fairy tale aficionados know that a dream is a wish your heart makes, so it wasn't long before Baby Tay had a notebook in hand and her love affair with paper began spiraling out into the universe.
Today, Taylor's love for paper and illustration has evolved into TAY HAM -- greeting cards for the light of heart and heavy of handwriting. Currently rocketing towards its third year, TAY HAM has picked up a few astronauts along the way. Together they form the HAM FAM, a band of creative explorers, kind of like the Voltron Team, but minus the huge robot, sub countless cat jokes and middle fingers. LET'S MEAT THEM!
Founder, CEO, President and Namesake of TAY HAM.
Brilliant with pens and puns, Taylor is an artistic force to be reckoned with. You can see it in her eyes.
In a game of FUCK/MARRY/KILL: Taylor's answers are all JOHN STAMOS.
He knows everything.
Marketing and branding savant.
Michael's style icon is Sporty Spice -- not Mel C. SPORTY SPICE. There's a difference. K?
Motto: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, Rihanna.
She's touched every card. (And placed them all in temporary force fields.)
Master of packaging, shipping and idea generation.
Jess's spirit animal is that of the cutest, cuddliest house cat.
If you read it, he wrote it.
Social media fluffer and traverser of the blogosphere.
Won't drive a car unless Natalie's Imbruglia's "Torn" is playing on the radio.
Can speak in the voice of Kermit the Frog and makes a pasta salad worthy of the gods.
See more TAY HAM and the fam: HERE.