Midwest Kindness

I’ve been wanting to create a collection of clothing items inspired by my upbringing in the Midwest for a while now, and I’m finally getting started! The intention is to create a wearable capsule collection using Midwestern inspired fabrics and materials, all purchased secondhand. Because the materials are sourced secondhand, everything made will be made in a limited run. Here’s a first look!

Blue skies, rolling hills, billowing clouds. Green everywhere. A barn stands alone. “Cows!” I shout as we drive on by to the closest place we can get to that isn’t here. Why is everyone always trying to leave? Do other kids grow up expecting the same? My adoration for the Midwest came later in life. Big dreams of quick-paced city living were soon replaced by the appreciation of a calm, smooth landscape. In autumn the sky turns teal and the land turns golden brown. Nothing will ever feel more like home to me than this. I wish everyone could see the beauty that lives here.

Remixed Fleeces + Mends

I recently had the opportunity to mend a Patagonia fleece and decided to have a bit of creative fun with it as well!

The shearling fleece had a large slash down the front, a ripped button, and the binding along the collar was torn. I repaired those things, but then cut the fleece in half and added a different bottom half of a cotton pullover to it that I had lying around of a previous repair (first photo).

I took the bottom half of the shearling pullover and attached it to the top half of a better sweater 1/4 zip because I’ve always wanted those to have pockets (following photos). I do quite a few repairs for Patagonia items because I work for the company, but these were purely personal projects.

Blue Jacket

The other day, a gentleman in his mid 40s rushed his  elderly father into the store I work at. He brought his father in to pick out a lightweight, warm jacket. The old man already had a jacket-- blue, heavy, made a funny noise while moving around in it-- but to me, it still looked like it was in great condition. The son kept telling me how 'crappy' the blue jacket was, and after he purchased his dad a new jacket, he was going to get rid of the blue one. He asked if we recycle jackets. We do, but only from our own brand. I offered to recycle the jacket for them anyways, knowing that if I didn't take it, it most likely would have been tossed. 

This interaction had a lasting impact on me. The old man was happy with his puffy, blue jacket, but the son thought it wasn't good enough. It's so representative of the times we live in, where if something isn't deemed 'good enough', it is just thrown away. When I got home, I didn't quite know how to figure out how I felt about it so I make a sketch of it and wrote down the encounter in my sketchbook. I'll be using these sketches and photographs for a future project.