This is the first part of a series called ‘Style Lineage’ — where we explore style in relation to our mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers — as far back as we can see. I got the idea from this amazing book that was gifted to me called, ‘Women in Clothes,’ a philosophy on style. They present a series call ‘Mothers as Others’ where women submit photos of their mothers before they were born and describe what they see. I couldn’t get enough and
Growing up in Bozeman and now living here again, the grizzly bear has always been a cornerstone to my experience of the wilderness that surrounds this town. Whenever I go hiking in the Greater Yellowstone (GYE), with friends and alone, the griz lurks in my imagination. Will we surprise a sow and her cubs? Will this can of bear spray really protect me if I run into a griz feasting upon a carcass? Every year we read horror
A dear friend of mine recently described her new found love for ballet. She felt silly in her enthusiasm because she was a novice and knew nothing about the technical aspects of the dance, she just knew she loved it. That’s how I feel about poetry. There is a naive joy in it for me.
My morning ritual — reading and writing poetry has turned into a form of prayer for me. With the recent change of season, I had a lapse in this precious time. As the chilly air started settling in, I had to find a new space that called to me and allowed me to revel in my dream life just a bit longer. During this lapse, I found myself falling into old patterns. Going straight to my computer and
It’s one thing to learn about a situation from afar. It’s easier to compartmentalize that way — to think that’s awful but it’s happening to them, not me. It’s an entirely different experience to actually feel the energy around a struggle. I experienced this last weekend at the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation. This feels like an opening for me — to step into an uncomfortable story instead of just reading about it. I’ve lived in a mostly comfortable
I’m so excited to introduce you to this beautiful soul. I met Kristi through the Bozeman Flea. Her brand, Windy Peak Vintage, specializes in unique vintage clothing & handcrafted goods — thoughtfully curated and ethically gathered with recycled, vintage, and directly sourced items. I instantly fell in love with her style and kindhearted spirit. It was a great pleasure to spend time with her in her home — a little slice of windy heaven in the high desert grasslands near Livingston,
I’ve been stuck in a 70’s folk music fog for a while now. It’s not a bad place to be but I desperately needed some new inspiration. Lately, I’ve been finding that spark in spades. So, instead of the typical old rock and folk mixtapes, with the occasional token indie song, I put together a mix that is current and relevant to what’s going on in the world right now. With movements like Black Lives Matter and The Water
Our friend Kelsey Sather shares her love of storytelling on her blog These Words Like Rocks. In her words, it’s “Part fun guide, part recipe binder, part nature-is-neat scrapbook, this journal is my way to say thanks, world, for being your wild, beautiful self.” We love it and we’re blushing over the article she recently wrote about our little shop. Check out the article here.
I’m still reveling in my morning poetry time. The thing I love most about taking this time to read/write poetry is that it allows me to linger in that dreamlike space before filling my mind with thoughts about the day. And once I have a poem in mind, it can hold me in that space and serve as a reminder throughout the day, to return to that place of quiet reverence. Ember turned 3 on Saturday and amidst all the celebration,