When I was a child, my parents packed up my younger brother and me in our classic, 1980’s Chevy van and we traveled with my grandparents away from the suburbs of Chicago, deep into the north woods of Minnesota to the Gunflint Trail.
Trading the crammed rows of houses for the tall pines, the winding waters and vast, star filled sky always filled us with excitement. Nothing enticed my 5 year old imagination, or thrilled me more than the possibility of seeing a moose or bear with my own eyes rather than on the tv screen, or in the pages of one of my Ranger Rick magazines. There were walks with my grandpa, and in the evenings, I would sit with my mother in the lodge and she would read books to me and tell me stories of when she was a girl.
The stitches of this wrap meld together the straight lines of the bustling city, with the organic curves of the untamed north.

Wrap shown in colorway 8019
Scarf shown in colorway 7098