All posts tagged: Paige Denim

A Walk in the Woods in Waxed Cotton

  Call me old fashioned: Hearkening back to centuries-old Irish farms and the rainy wilds of British isles, something about the storied construction and classic look of a well-made waxed cotton coat gets me every time. As romances tend to go, though, I’ve found good waxed canvas can be awfully tough to find — made more difficult if you’re on the hunt for hardworking, ethical options that are tailored for women. Enter Portland-bred Bridge & Burn’s Outsider Collection, which offers one solid line up of thoughtfully designed, impeccably detailed waxed outerwear that ranges from lightweight to extra toasty. Some background: Bridge & Burn was founded by a computer scientist turned independent designer who’s a little obsessed with attention to detail, craft, value, and quality. Half a decade ago he had trouble finding each of those traits in an affordable jacket, so started crafting his own gear, built to withstand the Pacific Northwest’s mercurial weather. The Outsider Collection mirrors that pragmatic, independent streak. Combining original British Millerain waxed canvas with Polartec Thermal Pro fleece, men’s and …

4 Ways to Wrap up in a Blanket Scarf

Gina Moyano and I first crossed paths six months ago. Just as I was gearing up for a balmy summer in Atlanta, she was beginning to dream up fresh handbag designs for her luxe collection of sustainable accessories, Chakanu, which she creates in collaboration with a selection of hand-picked artisans in her home country of Ecuador. Through Chakanu Gina combines sustainability and ethical working conditions with modern, high-quality accoutrements. Like Rose & Fig, Chakanu is a labor of love born outside of working hours — Gina is a fellow brand manager with an affinity for sustainable practices, and, like me, she cares an awful lot about making things that are good for people and for our planet. We originally planned on collaborating on a brief post sharing a review of her gorgeous shawl scarf but the more we talked, the more important I felt it was to share the broader picture of Gina’s story.

Elizabeth Suzann Silk & Sevilla Smith Shoes

     I can’t go a few days of wearing these without someone asking who made these beautiful shoes by Sevilla Smith, so I’d like to share a little review: Know that each pair is made according to your exact specifications, from leather type to width to the occasional Midas touch. When these flats arrive they should feel very tight for the first couple of wears, but won’t leave a single blister — scout’s honor. Give them two days to loosen up and they’ll melt into the softest, buttery leather socks that have ever adorned your sweet feet. Since they’re made-to-order it will take around two to four weeks for them to arrive at your doorstep — it’s worth the wait. Every pair arrives with its own little hand-stamped shoe bag. There’s also a sling-back style as well as a lace-up ankle boot. Unless she’s on the road, Faye Sevilla Smith’s shoes are hand-hammered within ringing distance of The Liberty Bell in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Sevilla Smith ‘The Sandy’ D’Orsay Flat in black pebble grain leather …

What’s Inside My Wardrobe: A Complete Closet Inventory

Three years ago I woke up early one morning, gazed deeply upon the sparkly baubles of my colorful closet and foggily pondered three questions: Who am I, what am I going to wear, and why is the theme song to “Reading Rainbow” stuck in my head? In retrospect the answer to that last quandary was obvious (and if RR is now stuck in your head, might I offer a soothing classic that will effectively obliterate anything else on your mind).

Castles to Cliffs: Killarney and Dingle, Ireland

Betwixt unwinding along Ireland’s quiet northwest reaches and enjoying copious helpings of Scottish whiskey, we took the train down the Irish coastline for a weekend of adventures along the southern reaches of the Wild Atlantic Way, a 1,500 mile scenic route speckled with jaw-dropping views and castles along Ireland’s rugged westerly shores. With much to do and just a few days to soak up Ireland’s first national park, centuries of history, a gorgeous peninsula, and some incredible seafood, CPR and I hit the ground running as soon as the train slowed into Killarney station. Our first stop would be the surreal sanctuary of Friar’s Glen, a small bed and breakfast nestled away from the hustle and bustle of downtown Killarney in an ancient valley between the mountains of Killarney National Park. After dropping our bags and borrowing a flashlight (and quick history lesson) from the Glen’s innkeeper, we took off into the woods for a walkabout to Muckross Abbey. Evening had just begun to work its way down the quiet country roads that lead up …

The Whiskey Trail: Scottish Highlands to Islay, Scotland

When you marry a whiskey man (or whisky man, as they say in Scotland) with whom you share an affinity for first editions, bedroom slippers, bran cereals, Ken Burns documentaries, gardening, and heavily peated scotch (we are essentially grandparents in the chrysalis) it’s tough to decide on a honeymoon destination. Oddly enough, we both landed on a tiny island off the coast of Scotland through independent research (another beloved Hunt-Ralston hobby) and soon realized it would be the perfect spot to unwind after exploring the wilds of Ireland and bustling Brussels. Halfway between Ireland and mainland Scotland, the remote Hebridean Isle of Islay is home to whitewashed harbor villages, deserted beaches, windswept hills, ancient ruins, a visit here and there from Ron Swanson – and some of the very finest whisky and gin that this good earth has to offer. We set out through the Scottish Highlands with our trusty Nikon D3300 and a notebook in hand and came back with the most unforgettable experiences, new friends, memories, and some seriously heavenly drams. You can …

Straight From a Storybook: Galway, Ireland

After a few weeks abroad I’m back home, unpacking, sorting out photos, and catching up on beauty rest. Three countries and three times as many plane and train rides later I’m missing one city in particular. Nestled along the northwest coast of Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way, Galway is a relaxing train ride from Dublin (with wifi and wine) or just an hour’s drive from Shannon airport. The city holds an extra special place in my heart as likely 1700s stomping grounds for my great-great-great-you-get-the-idea-grandfather who immigrated from North Ireland to North Georgia and opened a tippling parlor only to be eventually killed by local Native Americans who would also become part of my Appalachian lineage – but that’s another story for another blog.