Tired of the city? Let's go to the woods.

Y'all, I love everything Swedish. This sort of includes Ikea, but mostly I'm impressed because every Swede I've ever met has been hardy, multitalented, and as polite as can get. Take Thomas, the Swede who came with us up to the Tahoe cabin and baked cinnamon roles from scratch, beat us all at Scrabble, and guided us on a cross-country ski trek and managed to lap us two or three times. Not to mention he's a government physicist and used to be in the Swedish navy. I guess this doesn't include the pack of Swedish girls Eric hosted in Encinitas, but they definitely looked hardy. And one of them played the fiddle nicely. What I'm mostly getting to is Fjallraven. While horrendously expensive, they strike the balance between whimsy and wilderness in a way that all of you know is bound to drive me crazy. And they have this ridiculously cute OUTDOOR CLUB that films how-to videos about getting out of NYC into the wilderness without a car. I need this for Boston, desperately.


I stopped into the Wilderness Workshop at the Tannery today, like I am apt to when I'm feeling down. I finally got a Fjallraven backpack and lusted mightily after Pendleton blankets and trailshirts. The boy working made me a latte at their whimsical mountain-ish coffee bar and didn't charge me a cent. Anyways he told me Fjallraven was gonna do a JCrew line or something to that effect. Here are some photos from their blog about Beantown's Wilderness Workshop. It's a pretty contrived place, I guess, but it's sure better than nothing. It could be another roomful of clubbin' clothes, after all.

Ok, no more fashion posts for a while now.