A LITTLE STORY. A TAD TOO LONG-WINDED. BUT I COULDN'T LEAVE ANY OF IT OUT.
I was/am ramping up to get my F/W 12 line ready for the Urban Air Market in September. I began looking for fabrics and wool for some great new bags, pillows and other accoutrements. I started out at my local fabric store. And this is where it begins. The questions that led to the quest. The quest that led to the commitment. The commitment that has me completely fired up and inspired.
Why is everything made overseas? Do we not grow cotton here? Do we no longer have cotton mills? Do we no longer have woollen mills? And if we do, where are they?
I began to hunt for fabrics made from cotton grown, spun and woven right here at home. And I began the hunt for wool grown, scrubbed and milled right here - at home. Not as easy as it might seem.
I am happy to report, mission accomplished. Yes indeed. I found fabric from organic cotton - grown, spun and milled here in the U.S. And I found wool milled in Norther California from sheep living on organic farms in Oregon and California. More local than even I dared to dream.
THE COMMITMENT AND THE VALUE BEHIND IT
And so the commitment has been made. To source as much raw materials as possible from mills and farms right here. In America. Where we live. Where people are trying desperately to find work. Where families are hungry and poor because we have decided, in our infinite wisdom, that profit is king. And we have chased that ideal for so long that those mills and farms that used to supply us with beautiful cotton fabrics and beautiful woollen weaves, and those mills that used to employ entire towns, are gone. Is the profit worth it? I don't think so. I - in the immortal words of my Mum - am done!
From now on when you purchase a Pennyroyal product you will see exactly where every piece of your purchase came from. Everything will be clearly labeled. Down to the very last brass screw in post. Which, apparently, we do not make in America anymore.
And so I begin another phase of Pennyroyal. A deepening of my craft. A narrowing of my focus. I will pay more for fabric milled in America. I will pay more for our own organic cotton. I will pay more for leather lovingly oil tanned here at home. And I will pay quite a bit more for the gorgeous organic wool that will be arriving on my door any day now. Ready for me to dye in some of the lovely plant, mineral - and now insect! - dyes in my workshop. Funny how things start like that. It all started with the label on a bolt of fabric.