It all began a decade ago… in my kitchen, surrounded by resin fumes and poor life choices. My first casting attempt? A disaster. My second? Also a disaster. But eventually, I got the hang of it (sort of).

So what launched this wildly inappropriate crafting adventure?
Penis magnets. For a bachelorette party. Because nothing says “I love you, bride-to-be” like a fridge full of tiny junk.

Fast forward 10 years, and I’m still crafting my butt off—just with slightly fewer resin burns and a whole lot more glitter. The Wandering Willies have taken on a life of their own. I never leave home without my trusty bag of dicks, always ready to be gifted to the rad humans I meet on my travels.

I’ve even designed a few styles for shows, online orders, and custom requests—because one size does not fit all.

Take a peek at some of the cheeky little treasures I’ve left scattered across the USA like NSFW Easter eggs. They’re just waiting to be discovered… and giggled at.

If this makes you laugh—welcome, friend. You’re among your people.
If this offends you—well… maybe the internet isn’t the place for you today.