Hi, I'm Abby! 👋
The middle-school candy-shop boss of Bennington, NE.
I'm in 6th grade, I love sour gummy worms more than is reasonable, and I started this little shop so I could save up for something huge: my very own 3D printer. Every box you order brings me one Reese's Cup closer to printing my brain out into the real world.
how it started ✿
Why I started a candy shop in the first place.
So here's the thing — I really, really wanted a 3D printer. Like the kind that just sits there humming and slowly builds little plastic dragons and phone stands and custom volleyball keychains. My parents said something brutal like "save up for it yourself" (rude), so I sat down at the kitchen table with a notebook and tried to figure out what I'm actually good at.
Turns out the answer is: picking out really good snacks. My friends have been letting me build their birthday treat bags since 5th grade. So I figured — why not just do that, but make it official, ship it across the country, and have my dad help me with the website? Sweet Boxes by Abby was born somewhere between a math homework break and a softball game.
You build the box
Pick all the good stuff — Kit Kats, Skittles, Cheez-Its, whatever. Mix candy with snacks, go wild.
I pack it myself
Every box is hand-packed by me at our kitchen table (with my dog Harley supervising).
Off to the post office
My dad drives, I carry the boxes in. We've gotten really good at the drop-off routine.
One step closer 🎉
Profit goes straight into the 3D printer jar. One day soon, I'm gonna be printing nonstop.
stuff about me ★
When I'm not packing your sweet box, I'm probably…
Playing volleyball
Bumping, setting, spiking — my serve is getting scary good.
At softball practice
Still working on my swing — but my glove? Pretty good if I do say so.
Designing 3D prints
I've already got a folder of designs ready to print. Custom team keychains, here we come.
Taste-testing inventory
Quality control is serious business. My parents say I "test" way too many gummy worms.
Hanging with friends
Usually at someone's house, usually with a Sweet Box mysteriously empty by the end of the night.
Walking my dog Harley
Loves the postal worker more than me, somehow. Best assistant a girl could ask for.
"Every box you order is helping a Nebraska 6th-grader build her first 3D-printed empire. Thank you for being part of it — I mean that with my whole gummy-worm-loving heart."
— Abby
Ready to send a sweet box?
Your treats are picked. Mine is one step closer. Win-win.