Early 19th Century Poetry in Lieu of Spring & Organic Cotton Long Johns

Ancient folkloric legend has it that Spring invariably follows a long Winter and that menfolk must endure 90 days of harsh weather  bravely, determinedly and stoically as Cock & Bull Men. 

As this winter has been one of the longest since records began in the UK, and we have stupidly packed away our organic cotton long johns we have retreated to the warmer environs of the  kitchen to contemplate early 19th Century Poetry. 

Here's a wee ditty that put a smile on our face together with a snap-shot of the wintery sky in Walthamstow, East London today:

THE DAY is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

 My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

 Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

Brothers We Stand

We were really stoked that Jonathan from Brothers We Stand took the time to visit us at our Walthamstow studio.  Not having the time (nor inclination during these dark days) to get out and about much, it was really great to touch base and share a rosie lee.

Jonathan is a rare breed: currating a mens fashion blog with a focus on sustainability and ethical clothing which he does with flair and dedication; so it was great to meet him as a fellow brother of sustainable clothing.

As we have always supported other ethical clothing lines here's a link to Jonathan's site with links to some cool brands:

Brothers We Stand  - Something is stirring. Keep your ear to the ground.