A love letter to the Texas outdoors

A common thread of our childhood was enjoying the Texas outdoors.

Our father owned his own business, Family Car Care, and our mom was a Texas history teacher. Our finances did not afford lavish vacations, but we never knew better. What it did offer us, is time with our family. We weren’t rich, but we never felt poor.

My dad knew that he could prioritize time with us by having his own business. He was always home for dinner time and when we heard him come in the door, we’d yell, “Daddy’s home” and go give him a big hug. He smelled like tires and oil changes and lava soap. Still to this day any of those smells tug at our hearts.

Our mom, being a teacher, he was in charge of breakfast and making our lunches – sardines and yellow mustard definitely inspired some “ick” from our friends. And in the afternoons we’d be on our own. From an early age, mother nature was our babysitter!

We lived in Kingwood, Texas – “the livable forest” and we loved growing up in the woods – always exploring, fishing in the lakes and running the trails. In retrospect, shooing us out to go “play outside” was the best thing we could have ever done. Nature is part of our self-soothing to this day and we absolutely crave time “playing outside.”

We hope this collection inspires you to bloom where you are planted and never forget the comfort of the great outdoors. We agree with John Muir, “Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.”

-Margaret & Sarah