I was invited along with a small crew of three on a road trip. The goal was to be Besseggen, a very popular Norwegian hike. Starting with a train ride from Stockholm to my friend’s house in Norway, we were supposed to continue on a three hour road trip. It did not take three hours. The reason: […]
Red Hat Factory started with... you guessed it... red hats — or in more technical terms, red knit caps. Every hat is hand knit, and the factory part of the name is none other than my mother. You should see her as she keeps those knitting needles active all day, whether she travels, sits at home or works. Millennials have their smart phones, my mother have her knitting needles and her yarn basket.
While Lord of the Rings was blamed for having too many endings, we may be blamed for having too many starts. It started with a dream—a literal one. Also it started with a man named Chester, surrounded by a crew of red hatters. But before any of this could have happened, it started with a mother carrying a legacy like many Norwegian mothers do—the legacy of hand knitting, perfected through generations
I have always admired and sought after the feeling of being able to go to work and enjoy your craft together with friends. No stress, only good company and the satisfaction of a job well done. The world has a way of pushing against this, turning up the heat, and demanding slightly more than you can produce. At times, I think we should push back.