It has been a whirlwind of travel in the past few weeks, finally landing me in Los Angeles for LA Mart, a West Coast gift show.
Back in 2013, we started Outlaw Soaps in a warehouse in Los Angeles (where we were living with six of our friends). Russ and I had been looking for a way to move out to the country and maybe have a goat or two, have some gravel under our boots, and drink steaming coffee on our deck in the cool morning air, just like in the stock photos and Instagrams.
At the time, our lives resembled the exact opposite of that. Our loft didn't even have a window, let alone windows large enough to be sliding doors. But it was a dream, and we were pretty dang clear about it.
OMG it's hard to believe I'm actually LEAVING tomorrow morning! Monday: Colfax, Virginia City, Bishop This is the first part of my trip. My plan in general is to go to a town first thing in the morning (or first-thing-in-the-morning as possible) and then visit all the stores before they...
When I used to talk about moving to a small town, people would tell me it sounded romantic, but probably was going to drive me crazy as soon as I moved.
I'm happy to report that counter to those people's opinion, moving to a little town has been absolutely amazing!
Since we tend to get the same questions / hear the same assumptions, I figured I'd make a micro-FAQ about Colfax life:
Now that we have a store, I hope this will be the first of many amazing tales I hear in my amazing days of meeting customers.
Though I heard many fantastic stories this week, one stood out as by far the most interesting. I'm sure you'll agree.
Murder, Pills, Subterfuge, Retribution.
In January 2005, 25 or so of my friends agreed to come to Las Vegas, Nevada, to celebrate my 30th birthday. We rented out several rooms in The Stardust, a now-gone hotel on the Strip, conveniently proximate to Circus Circus (see Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas).
Our mission: to find The American Dream.
Our method: a great scavenger hunt containing all the elements that make up the American Dream (cultural diversity, grandmas asleep at the slots, a margarita served in the largest liquid receptacle available at a bar -- in our case, the coffee pot--, pic...
This is going to be a quick post, since I'm writing from Bruno's Hotel in Gerlach, Nevada. I think the population here is about 75, and 90% of those people are a stone's throw from this room.As you may have read, my friends and I come here frequently, but not frequently enough to be locals. We are going to a friend's bar b que later if the weather eases up (it's gale force winds, thunder storms, and torrential rain right now). It has been a great day and a half.
You may have read yesterday's post about the last time we went to our 4th of July camping trip.
As I said, this camping trip has a long tradition behind it, so here are some photos from my previous excursion in 2008.
My first dog, Diva, was still with me and in prime form, as you will see. She was a mighty and wonderful friend, and I still miss her. We had many adventures. She is the dog in my tattoo, which our logo is based on.
For many years, my friends and I went camping to a desert in Northern Nevada on a moderately regular basis. Since Russ and I have been working, we haven't been able to enjoy this passtime very often and it has been sad.
This year, however, we're shaking off our soap shavings and heading out to the same desert with a couple of our friends.
Because these aren't your neighbor's travel slides, I figured I'd share them with you. Hopefully you'll enjoy them...
I wasn't really sure what to write about, but then I got a glance at some old phone upload photos, and thought I might post about some of the most beautiful and inspirational places I have been. This isn't a comprehensive list... there's no way to create a comprehensive list of...