It’s the smallest hands that will change the world. Little discoveries for little fingers that we often don’t realize are so impactful. All things sensory, the first lick of a lemon, the vibrant colors of a bird, the feeling of the soil between toes. These are the things that shape us. Being outside, being present, being creative, being bored. Growing up all I cared about was animals. I would give anything to be loaded up into the car and driven the hours long round trip to my Grandmother’s barn just to see her horses for 5 minutes if I could. To smell that new grass on the hillside from last week’s rain, to catch a barn kitty for even a moment’s snuggle. To collect duck eggs from her muddy coop. Being outdoors shaped me, and as I look at life now compared to then, I start to worry that we have somehow forgotten the importance of doing nothing. Of playing outside in the mud. Of being bored. Yesterday, in an interview, I was asking how I feel about this new direction we are heading, and I went down a rabbit hole of memories thinking about how different my childhood, most of our childhoods looked when we place them side by side with where we are now. It got me thinking, are we in the chapter of the return? Did we spend a few decades figuring out how much technology doesn’t serve us, only to remember how much we love picking a fresh apple, or playing in the mud? Have we gone too far, only to turn back around? I sure hope so…I really do. 🤍🌿 (Swipe to the end to see a self portrait masterpiece from 30 years ago, and my earliest memories at the farm where it all began…)
It’s the smallest hands that will change the world. Little discoveries for little fingers that we often don’t realize are so impactful. All things sensory, the first lick of a lemon, the vibrant colors of a bird, the feeling of the soil between toes. These are the things that shape us. Being outside, being present, being creative, being bored. Growing up all I cared about was animals. I would give anything to be loaded up into the car and driven the hours long round trip to my Grandmother’s barn just to see her horses for 5 minutes if I could. To smell that new grass on the hillside from last week’s rain, to catch a barn kitty for even a moment’s snuggle. To collect duck eggs from her muddy coop. Being outdoors shaped me, and as I look at life now compared to then, I start to worry that we have somehow forgotten the importance of doing nothing. Of playing outside in the mud. Of being bored. Yesterday, in an interview, I was asking how I feel about this new direction we are heading, and I went down a rabbit hole of memories thinking about how different my childhood, most of our childhoods looked when we place them side by side with where we are now. It got me thinking, are we in the chapter of the return? Did we spend a few decades figuring out how much technology doesn’t serve us, only to remember how much we love picking a fresh apple, or playing in the mud? Have we gone too far, only to turn back around? I sure hope so…I really do. 🤍🌿 (Swipe to the end to see a self portrait masterpiece from 30 years ago, and my earliest memories at the farm where it all began…)
It’s the smallest hands that will change the world. Little discoveries for little fingers that we often don’t realize are so impactful. All things sensory, the first lick of a lemon, the vibrant colors of a bird, the feeling of the soil between toes. These are the things that shape us. Being outside, being present, being creative, being bored. Growing up all I cared about was animals. I would give anything to be loaded up into the car and driven the hours long round trip to my Grandmother’s barn just to see her horses for 5 minutes if I could. To smell that new grass on the hillside from last week’s rain, to catch a barn kitty for even a moment’s snuggle. To collect duck eggs from her muddy coop. Being outdoors shaped me, and as I look at life now compared to then, I start to worry that we have somehow forgotten the importance of doing nothing. Of playing outside in the mud. Of being bored. Yesterday, in an interview, I was asking how I feel about this new direction we are heading, and I went down a rabbit hole of memories thinking about how different my childhood, most of our childhoods looked when we place them side by side with where we are now. It got me thinking, are we in the chapter of the return? Did we spend a few decades figuring out how much technology doesn’t serve us, only to remember how much we love picking a fresh apple, or playing in the mud? Have we gone too far, only to turn back around? I sure hope so…I really do. 🤍🌿 (Swipe to the end to see a self portrait masterpiece from 30 years ago, and my earliest memories at the farm where it all began…)
It’s the smallest hands that will change the world. Little discoveries for little fingers that we often don’t realize are so impactful. All things sensory, the first lick of a lemon, the vibrant colors of a bird, the feeling of the soil between toes. These are the things that shape us. Being outside, being present, being creative, being bored. Growing up all I cared about was animals. I would give anything to be loaded up into the car and driven the hours long round trip to my Grandmother’s barn just to see her horses for 5 minutes if I could. To smell that new grass on the hillside from last week’s rain, to catch a barn kitty for even a moment’s snuggle. To collect duck eggs from her muddy coop. Being outdoors shaped me, and as I look at life now compared to then, I start to worry that we have somehow forgotten the importance of doing nothing. Of playing outside in the mud. Of being bored. Yesterday, in an interview, I was asking how I feel about this new direction we are heading, and I went down a rabbit hole of memories thinking about how different my childhood, most of our childhoods looked when we place them side by side with where we are now. It got me thinking, are we in the chapter of the return? Did we spend a few decades figuring out how much technology doesn’t serve us, only to remember how much we love picking a fresh apple, or playing in the mud? Have we gone too far, only to turn back around? I sure hope so…I really do. 🤍🌿 (Swipe to the end to see a self portrait masterpiece from 30 years ago, and my earliest memories at the farm where it all began…)
It’s the smallest hands that will change the world. Little discoveries for little fingers that we often don’t realize are so impactful. All things sensory, the first lick of a lemon, the vibrant colors of a bird, the feeling of the soil between toes. These are the things that shape us. Being outside, being present, being creative, being bored. Growing up all I cared about was animals. I would give anything to be loaded up into the car and driven the hours long round trip to my Grandmother’s barn just to see her horses for 5 minutes if I could. To smell that new grass on the hillside from last week’s rain, to catch a barn kitty for even a moment’s snuggle. To collect duck eggs from her muddy coop. Being outdoors shaped me, and as I look at life now compared to then, I start to worry that we have somehow forgotten the importance of doing nothing. Of playing outside in the mud. Of being bored. Yesterday, in an interview, I was asking how I feel about this new direction we are heading, and I went down a rabbit hole of memories thinking about how different my childhood, most of our childhoods looked when we place them side by side with where we are now. It got me thinking, are we in the chapter of the return? Did we spend a few decades figuring out how much technology doesn’t serve us, only to remember how much we love picking a fresh apple, or playing in the mud? Have we gone too far, only to turn back around? I sure hope so…I really do. 🤍🌿 (Swipe to the end to see a self portrait masterpiece from 30 years ago, and my earliest memories at the farm where it all began…)
It’s the smallest hands that will change the world. Little discoveries for little fingers that we often don’t realize are so impactful. All things sensory, the first lick of a lemon, the vibrant colors of a bird, the feeling of the soil between toes. These are the things that shape us. Being outside, being present, being creative, being bored. Growing up all I cared about was animals. I would give anything to be loaded up into the car and driven the hours long round trip to my Grandmother’s barn just to see her horses for 5 minutes if I could. To smell that new grass on the hillside from last week’s rain, to catch a barn kitty for even a moment’s snuggle. To collect duck eggs from her muddy coop. Being outdoors shaped me, and as I look at life now compared to then, I start to worry that we have somehow forgotten the importance of doing nothing. Of playing outside in the mud. Of being bored. Yesterday, in an interview, I was asking how I feel about this new direction we are heading, and I went down a rabbit hole of memories thinking about how different my childhood, most of our childhoods looked when we place them side by side with where we are now. It got me thinking, are we in the chapter of the return? Did we spend a few decades figuring out how much technology doesn’t serve us, only to remember how much we love picking a fresh apple, or playing in the mud? Have we gone too far, only to turn back around? I sure hope so…I really do. 🤍🌿 (Swipe to the end to see a self portrait masterpiece from 30 years ago, and my earliest memories at the farm where it all began…)
It’s the smallest hands that will change the world. Little discoveries for little fingers that we often don’t realize are so impactful. All things sensory, the first lick of a lemon, the vibrant colors of a bird, the feeling of the soil between toes. These are the things that shape us. Being outside, being present, being creative, being bored. Growing up all I cared about was animals. I would give anything to be loaded up into the car and driven the hours long round trip to my Grandmother’s barn just to see her horses for 5 minutes if I could. To smell that new grass on the hillside from last week’s rain, to catch a barn kitty for even a moment’s snuggle. To collect duck eggs from her muddy coop. Being outdoors shaped me, and as I look at life now compared to then, I start to worry that we have somehow forgotten the importance of doing nothing. Of playing outside in the mud. Of being bored. Yesterday, in an interview, I was asking how I feel about this new direction we are heading, and I went down a rabbit hole of memories thinking about how different my childhood, most of our childhoods looked when we place them side by side with where we are now. It got me thinking, are we in the chapter of the return? Did we spend a few decades figuring out how much technology doesn’t serve us, only to remember how much we love picking a fresh apple, or playing in the mud? Have we gone too far, only to turn back around? I sure hope so…I really do. 🤍🌿 (Swipe to the end to see a self portrait masterpiece from 30 years ago, and my earliest memories at the farm where it all began…)
I’d like to think I sat on a horse before I learned how to walk. As I think back on my earliest memories, I vividly remember the smell of my grandmother’s barn. I collected duck eggs in rubber boots, mucked stalls holding rakes that towered over me, held bundles of hay like they were gold and climbed railings to feed my grandmother’s horses when no one was looking. All I wanted was to be around horses, to hear the sound of a carrot crunching, or the smell of alfalfa. And while it wasn’t always easy, my parents would make the long drive to her house on weekends so I could wrap my arms around a white Arabian horse who I loved with all my heart. My grandmother was an artist and a horsewoman, and she would proudly claim those two titles above all else. She was a collector of Navajo jewelry, sheered her llamas and made the most beautiful scarves, and had fierce style that no one could replicate. Her nails were always painted, her signature turquoise rings on every finger, with lips that were a permanent shade of red even on the back of a horse. She was one of a kind, and I was enamored by her connection to New Mexico, her stories about Ghost Ranch and her wild spirit. She was a horsewoman through through, and while her training may have been in a more conservative way of riding and showing, her heart lived in the wild mountains of Taos, riding bareback in the moonlight with Georgia O’Keeffe. I’ve had dreams of what it would have been like to be there at that time, and I spent my formative years following in her footsteps, visiting those very mountains. This Western Collection embodies all of those things. It is a feeling, the very feeling my grandmother evoked when she rode through the mountains in her poncho with her long earrings and red lips. It is a place where legacy, luxury and craftsmanship live, riding through the mountains of Taos with her wild spirit on full display. At the heart of Bayou, we are a brand that creates heirloom pieces, that are meant to be passed down through generations. And while my grandmother’s rings live only in my memories, this collection was my way of recreating those moments so, in some small way, they can come to life again.
I’d like to think I sat on a horse before I learned how to walk. As I think back on my earliest memories, I vividly remember the smell of my grandmother’s barn. I collected duck eggs in rubber boots, mucked stalls holding rakes that towered over me, held bundles of hay like they were gold and climbed railings to feed my grandmother’s horses when no one was looking. All I wanted was to be around horses, to hear the sound of a carrot crunching, or the smell of alfalfa. And while it wasn’t always easy, my parents would make the long drive to her house on weekends so I could wrap my arms around a white Arabian horse who I loved with all my heart. My grandmother was an artist and a horsewoman, and she would proudly claim those two titles above all else. She was a collector of Navajo jewelry, sheered her llamas and made the most beautiful scarves, and had fierce style that no one could replicate. Her nails were always painted, her signature turquoise rings on every finger, with lips that were a permanent shade of red even on the back of a horse. She was one of a kind, and I was enamored by her connection to New Mexico, her stories about Ghost Ranch and her wild spirit. She was a horsewoman through through, and while her training may have been in a more conservative way of riding and showing, her heart lived in the wild mountains of Taos, riding bareback in the moonlight with Georgia O’Keeffe. I’ve had dreams of what it would have been like to be there at that time, and I spent my formative years following in her footsteps, visiting those very mountains. This Western Collection embodies all of those things. It is a feeling, the very feeling my grandmother evoked when she rode through the mountains in her poncho with her long earrings and red lips. It is a place where legacy, luxury and craftsmanship live, riding through the mountains of Taos with her wild spirit on full display. At the heart of Bayou, we are a brand that creates heirloom pieces, that are meant to be passed down through generations. And while my grandmother’s rings live only in my memories, this collection was my way of recreating those moments so, in some small way, they can come to life again.
I’d like to think I sat on a horse before I learned how to walk. As I think back on my earliest memories, I vividly remember the smell of my grandmother’s barn. I collected duck eggs in rubber boots, mucked stalls holding rakes that towered over me, held bundles of hay like they were gold and climbed railings to feed my grandmother’s horses when no one was looking. All I wanted was to be around horses, to hear the sound of a carrot crunching, or the smell of alfalfa. And while it wasn’t always easy, my parents would make the long drive to her house on weekends so I could wrap my arms around a white Arabian horse who I loved with all my heart. My grandmother was an artist and a horsewoman, and she would proudly claim those two titles above all else. She was a collector of Navajo jewelry, sheered her llamas and made the most beautiful scarves, and had fierce style that no one could replicate. Her nails were always painted, her signature turquoise rings on every finger, with lips that were a permanent shade of red even on the back of a horse. She was one of a kind, and I was enamored by her connection to New Mexico, her stories about Ghost Ranch and her wild spirit. She was a horsewoman through through, and while her training may have been in a more conservative way of riding and showing, her heart lived in the wild mountains of Taos, riding bareback in the moonlight with Georgia O’Keeffe. I’ve had dreams of what it would have been like to be there at that time, and I spent my formative years following in her footsteps, visiting those very mountains. This Western Collection embodies all of those things. It is a feeling, the very feeling my grandmother evoked when she rode through the mountains in her poncho with her long earrings and red lips. It is a place where legacy, luxury and craftsmanship live, riding through the mountains of Taos with her wild spirit on full display. At the heart of Bayou, we are a brand that creates heirloom pieces, that are meant to be passed down through generations. And while my grandmother’s rings live only in my memories, this collection was my way of recreating those moments so, in some small way, they can come to life again.
I’d like to think I sat on a horse before I learned how to walk. As I think back on my earliest memories, I vividly remember the smell of my grandmother’s barn. I collected duck eggs in rubber boots, mucked stalls holding rakes that towered over me, held bundles of hay like they were gold and climbed railings to feed my grandmother’s horses when no one was looking. All I wanted was to be around horses, to hear the sound of a carrot crunching, or the smell of alfalfa. And while it wasn’t always easy, my parents would make the long drive to her house on weekends so I could wrap my arms around a white Arabian horse who I loved with all my heart. My grandmother was an artist and a horsewoman, and she would proudly claim those two titles above all else. She was a collector of Navajo jewelry, sheered her llamas and made the most beautiful scarves, and had fierce style that no one could replicate. Her nails were always painted, her signature turquoise rings on every finger, with lips that were a permanent shade of red even on the back of a horse. She was one of a kind, and I was enamored by her connection to New Mexico, her stories about Ghost Ranch and her wild spirit. She was a horsewoman through through, and while her training may have been in a more conservative way of riding and showing, her heart lived in the wild mountains of Taos, riding bareback in the moonlight with Georgia O’Keeffe. I’ve had dreams of what it would have been like to be there at that time, and I spent my formative years following in her footsteps, visiting those very mountains. This Western Collection embodies all of those things. It is a feeling, the very feeling my grandmother evoked when she rode through the mountains in her poncho with her long earrings and red lips. It is a place where legacy, luxury and craftsmanship live, riding through the mountains of Taos with her wild spirit on full display. At the heart of Bayou, we are a brand that creates heirloom pieces, that are meant to be passed down through generations. And while my grandmother’s rings live only in my memories, this collection was my way of recreating those moments so, in some small way, they can come to life again.
I’d like to think I sat on a horse before I learned how to walk. As I think back on my earliest memories, I vividly remember the smell of my grandmother’s barn. I collected duck eggs in rubber boots, mucked stalls holding rakes that towered over me, held bundles of hay like they were gold and climbed railings to feed my grandmother’s horses when no one was looking. All I wanted was to be around horses, to hear the sound of a carrot crunching, or the smell of alfalfa. And while it wasn’t always easy, my parents would make the long drive to her house on weekends so I could wrap my arms around a white Arabian horse who I loved with all my heart. My grandmother was an artist and a horsewoman, and she would proudly claim those two titles above all else. She was a collector of Navajo jewelry, sheered her llamas and made the most beautiful scarves, and had fierce style that no one could replicate. Her nails were always painted, her signature turquoise rings on every finger, with lips that were a permanent shade of red even on the back of a horse. She was one of a kind, and I was enamored by her connection to New Mexico, her stories about Ghost Ranch and her wild spirit. She was a horsewoman through through, and while her training may have been in a more conservative way of riding and showing, her heart lived in the wild mountains of Taos, riding bareback in the moonlight with Georgia O’Keeffe. I’ve had dreams of what it would have been like to be there at that time, and I spent my formative years following in her footsteps, visiting those very mountains. This Western Collection embodies all of those things. It is a feeling, the very feeling my grandmother evoked when she rode through the mountains in her poncho with her long earrings and red lips. It is a place where legacy, luxury and craftsmanship live, riding through the mountains of Taos with her wild spirit on full display. At the heart of Bayou, we are a brand that creates heirloom pieces, that are meant to be passed down through generations. And while my grandmother’s rings live only in my memories, this collection was my way of recreating those moments so, in some small way, they can come to life again.
I’d like to think I sat on a horse before I learned how to walk. As I think back on my earliest memories, I vividly remember the smell of my grandmother’s barn. I collected duck eggs in rubber boots, mucked stalls holding rakes that towered over me, held bundles of hay like they were gold and climbed railings to feed my grandmother’s horses when no one was looking. All I wanted was to be around horses, to hear the sound of a carrot crunching, or the smell of alfalfa. And while it wasn’t always easy, my parents would make the long drive to her house on weekends so I could wrap my arms around a white Arabian horse who I loved with all my heart. My grandmother was an artist and a horsewoman, and she would proudly claim those two titles above all else. She was a collector of Navajo jewelry, sheered her llamas and made the most beautiful scarves, and had fierce style that no one could replicate. Her nails were always painted, her signature turquoise rings on every finger, with lips that were a permanent shade of red even on the back of a horse. She was one of a kind, and I was enamored by her connection to New Mexico, her stories about Ghost Ranch and her wild spirit. She was a horsewoman through through, and while her training may have been in a more conservative way of riding and showing, her heart lived in the wild mountains of Taos, riding bareback in the moonlight with Georgia O’Keeffe. I’ve had dreams of what it would have been like to be there at that time, and I spent my formative years following in her footsteps, visiting those very mountains. This Western Collection embodies all of those things. It is a feeling, the very feeling my grandmother evoked when she rode through the mountains in her poncho with her long earrings and red lips. It is a place where legacy, luxury and craftsmanship live, riding through the mountains of Taos with her wild spirit on full display. At the heart of Bayou, we are a brand that creates heirloom pieces, that are meant to be passed down through generations. And while my grandmother’s rings live only in my memories, this collection was my way of recreating those moments so, in some small way, they can come to life again.
I’d like to think I sat on a horse before I learned how to walk. As I think back on my earliest memories, I vividly remember the smell of my grandmother’s barn. I collected duck eggs in rubber boots, mucked stalls holding rakes that towered over me, held bundles of hay like they were gold and climbed railings to feed my grandmother’s horses when no one was looking. All I wanted was to be around horses, to hear the sound of a carrot crunching, or the smell of alfalfa. And while it wasn’t always easy, my parents would make the long drive to her house on weekends so I could wrap my arms around a white Arabian horse who I loved with all my heart. My grandmother was an artist and a horsewoman, and she would proudly claim those two titles above all else. She was a collector of Navajo jewelry, sheered her llamas and made the most beautiful scarves, and had fierce style that no one could replicate. Her nails were always painted, her signature turquoise rings on every finger, with lips that were a permanent shade of red even on the back of a horse. She was one of a kind, and I was enamored by her connection to New Mexico, her stories about Ghost Ranch and her wild spirit. She was a horsewoman through through, and while her training may have been in a more conservative way of riding and showing, her heart lived in the wild mountains of Taos, riding bareback in the moonlight with Georgia O’Keeffe. I’ve had dreams of what it would have been like to be there at that time, and I spent my formative years following in her footsteps, visiting those very mountains. This Western Collection embodies all of those things. It is a feeling, the very feeling my grandmother evoked when she rode through the mountains in her poncho with her long earrings and red lips. It is a place where legacy, luxury and craftsmanship live, riding through the mountains of Taos with her wild spirit on full display. At the heart of Bayou, we are a brand that creates heirloom pieces, that are meant to be passed down through generations. And while my grandmother’s rings live only in my memories, this collection was my way of recreating those moments so, in some small way, they can come to life again.
I’d like to think I sat on a horse before I learned how to walk. As I think back on my earliest memories, I vividly remember the smell of my grandmother’s barn. I collected duck eggs in rubber boots, mucked stalls holding rakes that towered over me, held bundles of hay like they were gold and climbed railings to feed my grandmother’s horses when no one was looking. All I wanted was to be around horses, to hear the sound of a carrot crunching, or the smell of alfalfa. And while it wasn’t always easy, my parents would make the long drive to her house on weekends so I could wrap my arms around a white Arabian horse who I loved with all my heart. My grandmother was an artist and a horsewoman, and she would proudly claim those two titles above all else. She was a collector of Navajo jewelry, sheered her llamas and made the most beautiful scarves, and had fierce style that no one could replicate. Her nails were always painted, her signature turquoise rings on every finger, with lips that were a permanent shade of red even on the back of a horse. She was one of a kind, and I was enamored by her connection to New Mexico, her stories about Ghost Ranch and her wild spirit. She was a horsewoman through through, and while her training may have been in a more conservative way of riding and showing, her heart lived in the wild mountains of Taos, riding bareback in the moonlight with Georgia O’Keeffe. I’ve had dreams of what it would have been like to be there at that time, and I spent my formative years following in her footsteps, visiting those very mountains. This Western Collection embodies all of those things. It is a feeling, the very feeling my grandmother evoked when she rode through the mountains in her poncho with her long earrings and red lips. It is a place where legacy, luxury and craftsmanship live, riding through the mountains of Taos with her wild spirit on full display. At the heart of Bayou, we are a brand that creates heirloom pieces, that are meant to be passed down through generations. And while my grandmother’s rings live only in my memories, this collection was my way of recreating those moments so, in some small way, they can come to life again.
I’d like to think I sat on a horse before I learned how to walk. As I think back on my earliest memories, I vividly remember the smell of my grandmother’s barn. I collected duck eggs in rubber boots, mucked stalls holding rakes that towered over me, held bundles of hay like they were gold and climbed railings to feed my grandmother’s horses when no one was looking. All I wanted was to be around horses, to hear the sound of a carrot crunching, or the smell of alfalfa. And while it wasn’t always easy, my parents would make the long drive to her house on weekends so I could wrap my arms around a white Arabian horse who I loved with all my heart. My grandmother was an artist and a horsewoman, and she would proudly claim those two titles above all else. She was a collector of Navajo jewelry, sheered her llamas and made the most beautiful scarves, and had fierce style that no one could replicate. Her nails were always painted, her signature turquoise rings on every finger, with lips that were a permanent shade of red even on the back of a horse. She was one of a kind, and I was enamored by her connection to New Mexico, her stories about Ghost Ranch and her wild spirit. She was a horsewoman through through, and while her training may have been in a more conservative way of riding and showing, her heart lived in the wild mountains of Taos, riding bareback in the moonlight with Georgia O’Keeffe. I’ve had dreams of what it would have been like to be there at that time, and I spent my formative years following in her footsteps, visiting those very mountains. This Western Collection embodies all of those things. It is a feeling, the very feeling my grandmother evoked when she rode through the mountains in her poncho with her long earrings and red lips. It is a place where legacy, luxury and craftsmanship live, riding through the mountains of Taos with her wild spirit on full display. At the heart of Bayou, we are a brand that creates heirloom pieces, that are meant to be passed down through generations. And while my grandmother’s rings live only in my memories, this collection was my way of recreating those moments so, in some small way, they can come to life again.
Our first real space. The manifestation of hard work and dreams that feel so real, they become tangible. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect fit for Bayou, as I close my eyes listening to the sound of the moving creek, surrounded by these beautiful sustainably made @arhaus pieces. Hand-created and so very aligned with our ethos as a brand, their use of reclaimed wood and centuries-old woodworking techniques that are used to craft every exquisite detail is just part of why Arhaus is so special. Every piece was chosen with intention for this space. As a brand, we create with timelessness in mind, which is what I was hoping to call in with our sweet little office cabin in the woods. Thank you all for being on this journey with us! As a small business we appreciate every single one of you, and we see how much our milestones mean to you as well! Your commitment to purchasing with the planet in mind means so much to us! And to Arhaus, thank you for championing Bayou and helping us bring this space to life! #myarhaus #bayouwithlove #sustainablymade
Our first real space. The manifestation of hard work and dreams that feel so real, they become tangible. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect fit for Bayou, as I close my eyes listening to the sound of the moving creek, surrounded by these beautiful sustainably made @arhaus pieces. Hand-created and so very aligned with our ethos as a brand, their use of reclaimed wood and centuries-old woodworking techniques that are used to craft every exquisite detail is just part of why Arhaus is so special. Every piece was chosen with intention for this space. As a brand, we create with timelessness in mind, which is what I was hoping to call in with our sweet little office cabin in the woods. Thank you all for being on this journey with us! As a small business we appreciate every single one of you, and we see how much our milestones mean to you as well! Your commitment to purchasing with the planet in mind means so much to us! And to Arhaus, thank you for championing Bayou and helping us bring this space to life! #myarhaus #bayouwithlove #sustainablymade
Our first real space. The manifestation of hard work and dreams that feel so real, they become tangible. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect fit for Bayou, as I close my eyes listening to the sound of the moving creek, surrounded by these beautiful sustainably made @arhaus pieces. Hand-created and so very aligned with our ethos as a brand, their use of reclaimed wood and centuries-old woodworking techniques that are used to craft every exquisite detail is just part of why Arhaus is so special. Every piece was chosen with intention for this space. As a brand, we create with timelessness in mind, which is what I was hoping to call in with our sweet little office cabin in the woods. Thank you all for being on this journey with us! As a small business we appreciate every single one of you, and we see how much our milestones mean to you as well! Your commitment to purchasing with the planet in mind means so much to us! And to Arhaus, thank you for championing Bayou and helping us bring this space to life! #myarhaus #bayouwithlove #sustainablymade
Our first real space. The manifestation of hard work and dreams that feel so real, they become tangible. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect fit for Bayou, as I close my eyes listening to the sound of the moving creek, surrounded by these beautiful sustainably made @arhaus pieces. Hand-created and so very aligned with our ethos as a brand, their use of reclaimed wood and centuries-old woodworking techniques that are used to craft every exquisite detail is just part of why Arhaus is so special. Every piece was chosen with intention for this space. As a brand, we create with timelessness in mind, which is what I was hoping to call in with our sweet little office cabin in the woods. Thank you all for being on this journey with us! As a small business we appreciate every single one of you, and we see how much our milestones mean to you as well! Your commitment to purchasing with the planet in mind means so much to us! And to Arhaus, thank you for championing Bayou and helping us bring this space to life! #myarhaus #bayouwithlove #sustainablymade
Our first real space. The manifestation of hard work and dreams that feel so real, they become tangible. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect fit for Bayou, as I close my eyes listening to the sound of the moving creek, surrounded by these beautiful sustainably made @arhaus pieces. Hand-created and so very aligned with our ethos as a brand, their use of reclaimed wood and centuries-old woodworking techniques that are used to craft every exquisite detail is just part of why Arhaus is so special. Every piece was chosen with intention for this space. As a brand, we create with timelessness in mind, which is what I was hoping to call in with our sweet little office cabin in the woods. Thank you all for being on this journey with us! As a small business we appreciate every single one of you, and we see how much our milestones mean to you as well! Your commitment to purchasing with the planet in mind means so much to us! And to Arhaus, thank you for championing Bayou and helping us bring this space to life! #myarhaus #bayouwithlove #sustainablymade
Our first real space. The manifestation of hard work and dreams that feel so real, they become tangible. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect fit for Bayou, as I close my eyes listening to the sound of the moving creek, surrounded by these beautiful sustainably made @arhaus pieces. Hand-created and so very aligned with our ethos as a brand, their use of reclaimed wood and centuries-old woodworking techniques that are used to craft every exquisite detail is just part of why Arhaus is so special. Every piece was chosen with intention for this space. As a brand, we create with timelessness in mind, which is what I was hoping to call in with our sweet little office cabin in the woods. Thank you all for being on this journey with us! As a small business we appreciate every single one of you, and we see how much our milestones mean to you as well! Your commitment to purchasing with the planet in mind means so much to us! And to Arhaus, thank you for championing Bayou and helping us bring this space to life! #myarhaus #bayouwithlove #sustainablymade
With all that has happened the last four weeks, there is a sweet silver lining. Our first Bayou shoot at our first real office. This space is so special to our little team. The sound of the birds filling our ears while these beautiful @arhaus pieces fill the space. Here’s a little office reveal for you, of our little cozy cabin in the woods that we are so grateful to call home to Bayou🌿 #myarhaus
Bayou With Love presents The Western Collection🌾 Video by @cory.s.martin and Nikki Reed #bayouwithlove #bayouwithlovewestern #westernjewelry
