Hello, there! Our idea for a TBCo. Travels series came from the many times we’ve opened our suitcase and high-fived our past self for remembering to bring some wool. And we're not the only ones- as you discover the world of wool, you’ll find there’s a sort of a cult love around the fibre. It’s a bit of a magic material because it’s both insulating and ventilating at the same time, moisture and stain resistant, and just plain soft. Let’s just say, sheep really know how to dress themselves. Before the pandemic, we took some recycled wool picnic blankets into the Scottish Highlands. And though we can't yet travel like we used to, read on for a virtual colsie weekend away!
colsie (kol-zee) / origin: Old Scots for ‘cosy
1. The feeling that comes with being present, inviting closeness, and appreciating the things that last
2. The act of slow living and making time for the people and things that soothe our souls
At some point between adolescence and adulthood, a birthday party is no longer a fundamental right but an excuse to be shared with friends who need a weekend escape into the Scottish Highlands just as much as you do. An excuse to slow down, simply enjoy each other and nurture the art of colsie. So, we gathered our friends for a short trip up to Balquhidder on the shore of Loch Voil. We filled our car with pizza toppings, cheap wine, and our favourite TBCo. recycled wool picnic blankets and took a road trip to a quirky, barn-turned-cabin owned by a woman with white braids.
Our first day was slow, quiet and unplanned. We rose early to the mists moving across the munros, made coffee in the blue, tin percolator, and crawled back into bed to read while the farm woke up in the field outside our window. Around lunch, we set out scrambling across hills, skipping rocks and picking wildflowers until we came upon the perfect place to unfold our picnic blanket. A picnic is a magical thing; it only takes a blanket to transform a beach or munro into your dining room table.
The evening was spent around the campfire laughing late into the night. Conversation drifted into restful silence and the sparks drifted towards the sort of stars you can only see at midnight in the countryside as we all gathered the souvenirs we would take home with us the next morning: midge bites and clothes infused with the smell of campfire.
"The evening was spent around the campfire laughing late into the night. Conversation drifted into restful silence and the sparks drifted towards the sort of stars you can only see at midnight in the countryside..."
This look book features our Recycled Wool Blankets. Machine washable on a wool wash, they're just as adventure ready as you are. They're also available with a waterproof backing so that you're picnic can be reliable, even when the weather isn't!
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