A Forestbound Birthday

Today is the mum's birthday. 

Like every morning that we are all home together, we sat outside and enjoyed each other's company and coffee. It's difficult to say which we enjoy more;

the company, or the caffeine. 

;) 

And then we made the mums open her present. 

She is a very difficult woman to shop for because she is so unique and it's hard to find just the perfect gift for such an amazing woman! 

But this year I think we did pretty darn good.

Forestbound Bags are all hand made and one of a kind, because the lady who makes them picks for the canvas that they are made from. Many of the canvases she finds are WWI and II era. Each has had a previous life and if only we could hear the stories they've lived through....

I found her on Instagram, which I freely admit to being obsessed with. 

Here's her account name if you have one, go follow her and enjoy looking at all the handmade, one of a kind goodies! 

Mum's bag is made from salvaged canvas from WWI and leather straps. It smells of old stories and saddle butter. It's awesome. 

In a world of fast and easy, plastic and cheap gadgets, it is truly refreshing to find someone who takes the time to put their talents to use and produces beautiful and useful gear. 

Happy Birthday Mums. We love you. 

xo xo Liz & Adrian 

Her Kitchen Sink

She cocks a hip and submerges both rough hands into the sink full of hot water and bubbles.

She sighs as she reaches for the first dirty dish. The first of many.

Her lower back aches, her feet twinge and her shirt sticks to her back with sweat.

She looks up and out.

The window that holds that view…sweeping panoramic shot that movie directors have tried time and time again to capture in three hour films of artistic beauty. She knows every blade of grass, each tough twig of sage and how the air feels up on the mountains in the distance.

She’s stood before this sink and many others much the same.

To say the view soothes her soul and quiets her fears would be a romanticed view of the life she leads…a townie’s aching desire that someone’s life is far different than hers because of geography and the term “cowboy”.

But it is comforting because of its familiarity, this view looking over her kitchen sink and as the last dish is rinsed and set to dry, she is thankful for the life she lives.

No more, no less.

xo xo Liz