Our Story

I Get It.

I was the mom who fixed everything.

When the kids were little, the problems felt enormous to them but manageable to me. Meltdowns, school problems, last-minute everything. SuperMom powers, activated.

But the older they got, the harder the problems became. I couldn’t fix the mean kids. I couldn’t control the college decisions. I couldn’t make anyone fall in love with anyone else.

A Revenge Store box held in two hands on a wood table a nudge toward something brighter.
SuperMom powers, it turns out, have limits.and yet…The urge to fix absolutely does not.

And so I built The Revenge Store, for those moments that don’t have a fix. Rejection letters. Broken hearts. The bad day that becomes a bad week (month).

Every box is built for a specific moment, in two vibes: Sweet for the ones who need some warmth, and Snarky for the ones who are done being polite. None of these boxes fix the problem. They’re not supposed to. They are supposed to nudge towards something a little brighter. Because after all, Living Well Is The Best Revenge.

You’ll know which box to send.

I’ll make sure it’s worth opening.
– Love, Barbara