Riddle #6

We started as twelve with a single shared dream

To sell what we make as a cooperative team.

No managers here, no bosses in sight,

Just artists who craft from morning to night.

Come touch what was thrown on a wheel, fired in flame,

Or carved from a trunk, no two pieces the same.

We weave, we cast silver, we stitch and we sand,

And everything here was made by a hand.

We’ve been on these streets since nineteen seventy-six,

A Commons landmark in the Ithaca mix.

The person who greets you? They made what you see

Now find the cooperative, where craft holds the key.