After much dreaming, scheming, and increasingly breathless emails back and forth, we are beyond thrilled to be bringing the brilliant voice, mind, and words of our long-time Foundry friend, thoughtful chronicler, celebrated poet, and all-around excellent human—G.E. Patterson—to this space. Look for more under his byline in the future and for now, G.E.'s meditation on a dear humble companion: The Washing-Up Whisk.
Perhaps it's the crunching of fallen leaves underfoot transitioning to the soft hush of falling show, or it's the smell of woodsmoke and clove rich in the air...
They'll be here in five minutes...
As any well-heeled 8 year old will tell you, there will never be a time that a classic Shirley Temple is not a great thing. Bubbly sweet, subtly golden yet with the ascendant whirl of ruby red at the bottom giving it the sophisticated air of a potion, something specially "prepared", a tiny cocktail straw, occasionally/best served with TWO maraschino cherries PERHAPS interwoven with a sinuous orange slice and MAYBE (if the place has really got it together) these items speared through by... A TINY SWORD.
While adorable dogs, the magical smell of beeswax candles, and oodles of gorgeous glassware are pretty darn nice, the thing that REALLY makes The Foundry feel like home is our family. Well-made objects of beauty and use make the daily rhythms of life more pleasant + effortless but, like in any home, it's the people inside that really make it glow.
