On a lazy Sunday a few months ago, our dear Heather posed an idle question the Foundry-Universe via the wild ethers of the internet:
Nothing is as evocative of "home" as the smell of Lemon Pledge. Like the scent of popcorn or bubblegum, the unique chemical tang of Pledge (or Old English if that was your family's go-to) immediately transports us to old-fashioned childhood Saturdays helping our parents clean and polish the various corners of the house we'd spent the previous week covering in grubby handprints. One Foundry Father loved Pledge so much he once Pledged the stairs to get them looking their super-shiny freshest. They were indeed beautiful. But so slippery that a Foundry Mama (complete with load of laundry) ended up over teakettle at the bottom, covered in socks.
As with everything, Valentine's Day is what you make it. Red roses, heart shaped chocolates, 8pm dinner reservations, and/or rigid patriarchal definitions of what constitutes "romance" not your thing? We get that. And. As deep believers that every human is deserving of love and that people should tell everyone who they love that they love them whenever the opportunity presents itself, we are actually quite fond of Valentine's Day. The opportunity is presenting itself!
Flannel is fine and chenille has its time but when we REALLY want to cozy up in the warmest, snuggliest way possible there's only one way to go: wool.
This is a season of abundance and grace. Every year we partake in a wonderful, simple Thanksgiving ritual: we name the things for which we are truly grateful. Every time, this list always comes down not to things but to people.