My great grandparents immigrated from Ireland to America because of the potato famine in the mid-nineteenth century. My father worked as a railroad engineer early in his career. He would have liked these iron bookends upcycled from railroad spikes. Bravo!
I lost my heart the moment this little one emerged from the wrappings. It is endearing, colorful, and of substantial weight. It is more charming than in the picture. It would be a gift long cherished by an important person in anyone's life.
"When I was a small child, my parents began teaching me to knit. Like me, they learned them from their own parents. So we are a family devoted to the world of textile arts for generations."
Update (June, 2019)"I come from a humble family of textile artisans and my first jobs were making sweaters that we sold later in a small store in... read more
The Summer Catalog
Discover our unique collection of beautiful, handmade objects from around the world, inspired by more than a century of exploration.