This is our Ode to Sunday… time to let mind and body wander. Our passage begins where linen is woven: the oldest flax mill in Lithuania. For centuries, we have loved this cloth for the opposing virtues, strength and gentleness. When left to its own devices, it wrinkles like a smile.
We take our linen to local tailors. They sew precision garments that breathe in air and soften with wear. Each pair of hands works one piece at one time from scissor to seam. Each stitch is seen. Each item is an accomplishment.
Our path is as constant as a year without seasons. Driven by kindness, inclined to longevity and restful on quality. We explore our weavers’ fields. We know our tailors’ names. We do this so that we can, and you too might, feel connected to our clothes.