Success!

Thanks to everyone that came to the open house! I hope all those hats, gloves, and scarves keep everybody warm and pretty. It was great to see some old friends and catch up...man i love you people.

*special thanks to Matty Selman for the photos!

Shop Local...Very Local. Brights!

photos by Ann Marie Whittaker

This is just a slight sneak peek to Saturday.

I have managed to build quite the colorful

inventory this year including hats, fingerless gloves,

and pretty fabric circle scarves.

Great for presents.

Great to buy and keep all to yourself.

Hope to see you soon!

Everything the light touches...(hand motion).

from the city to the desert.

to the snow.

utah, how i missed your dry arid air.

the cracks in the earth, the desert! don't leave me.

i'm back!

Hello Humans.

if you were wondering what i want for Christmas, this comes out on DVD December 7.
thanks!

true birthday

{otis}

{bianca}

{cousin}

I turned older the other day. It was a nice day...full of working with my boyfriend Otis, eating French desserts with friends, and even a surprise visitor. It turns out my birthDAY turned into a birthWEEKEND as I ran around the city with this kid....thanks for flying across the country. cute.

Design, Crochet, Sew, Repeat. Repeat.

I found heaven...

...and acted accordingly.

What a pretty little shop I found while wandering the streets

of SoHo (thanks Cardon). Looks like there is going to be an open house
hat sale this winter in SALT LAKE CITY! I have already started this
season's selection! There are a few new fun ideas in the mix.
It will be sometime in mid December. More info to follow.
Hope you can all make it. Until then, these little ladies are going to
be keeping me busy busy busy. WINTER!

Oh how I love when winter finally comes!

SKIING! HATS! CABINS! FAMILY!

now presenting...

the west village. {willage}

broadway with mom. {modway}

roof of my work {otis}

coney island with phil {phoney}
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indian princess. {mary}

moma. {linda}
dork. {phil}
in that order.
thanks for visiting.
really

as to appear taller

i haven't actually grown. in years.

Dear New York,

If I were looking for a boy wearing Carhartts and a t-shirt, where would I find one of those?
They don't seem to be anywhere I have checked so far. Brooklyn maybe? No. West Village? No. New York...you have a lot of exciting things. I just wish you would improve your carhartt-t-shirt-scruffy-face-ski-bum-bike-riding-boy ratio. As far as i can tell, they all moved to Montana, Utah, and Colorado.
I guess that is where they belong. That is also where I belong. But for now, I heart New York.

Anyway, this song has been stuck in my head for days. Just thought I would let it out. thanks woody.


Hope everyone is doing well.
Hope everyone is getting excited for the ski season.

Ski season!

Thanks Mo.

Guess what my skis are?

broomstick productions. missing utah. prove it.

i saw jay z at a yankees game the other day. that's true.
the actual and more interesting truth is i didn't know which person he was cause i don't actually know what he looks like. but he was there, and i was there, and people were pointing him out. who cares? nobody. but here is a sweet video to tribute the dude. it seems he really loves the yankees. they lost pretty bad that night.
the game was still fun though. i just kept wondering, "when in the heck do we get to sing that 'Sweet Caroline' song?"

*note to EVERYONE: do not ask this question at a yankees game.
big mistake.

don't blame me, blame my booty. such a cutie.

good news, Feist hits the big screen with new documentary - Look at what the Light did Now
more details here
good news, i moved to new york for a few months.
good news, Joe and Cardon caught 12 crabs in connecticut. sorry crabs. chomp chomp. gross.
later dudes.

MIRA! Perro! Bailando!

No se si este es una persona actuando como un perro o un perro actuando como una persona. Pero, no es importante. Mientras estamos todos bailando, vamos a ser feliz.

Te amo, Brights.
please note that this dog is not only dancing, but it remembers an entire routine. whatever! so awesome.

girl crush. it happens. FEIST.

my friend mo was watching this the other day. i caught a glimpse of it and since then i have watched it a few times. i've never wanted to be a boy before, but i've always had a crush on feist. isn't that huge guitar and that little lady just almost too much to handle? besides, the lighting and sound in this clip are totally rad. if only she was on tour this summer.

Triangle Tour 2010. Totally Rad Dude.

This guy up in Alaska is writing a story about the tour. He asked us for a little bit of info about our experience. I figured this will do for an explanation of the trip. Here are a few photos as well.

this is the saint of road trips. he lead us safely through canada.

Well Mr. Tim dude, yes, I am all of the above. An Alaskan outsider, with little biking experience. Both of these factors increased my genuine love of this grand adventure. Learning this little body of mine could accomplish such a feat! Pushing and pulling up passes so big I would think to myself, "who is controlling this body? How am I doing this?" I will admit there was one day of trouble for me. The first day was so exciting nothing could slow me down, the second day was about the same. However, the third day snuck in and here came the aches. The knees, the achilles, the doubts. I remember falling asleep after that 80 mile day and thinking, "well i gave it an honest effort. That's it. I'll go back tomorrow." However, the next beautiful sunny morning lured me back on that bike. The magic of the tour grabbed ahold of me and it was "all down hill" after that. There is a point when your body decides to surrender. There is an even more confusing point when your body actually wants the torment. The morning after our rest day (rest day - ferry to Valdez) I specifically remember an impatient feeling of, "I just want to get on my bike and keep going." As Ben and I discussed many times on the tour, those bodies of ours turned into little machines. Food is seen as fuel, and you can never seem to get enough of it. By days nine, ten, eleven, and so on being on the bike is the most comfortable spot. You're body starts to crave the effort and output. It feels so good to put energy in, usually in the form of a snickers bar, and feel it pump through your body all the way to the top of the hill.

When I got home from this trip, I was surprised how many people asked questions about the group dynamic. Most people couldn't believe nine adults could be together hour by hour for 16 days and not want to slug each other in the face. Well, I am here to tell you, this group was brought together by some sort of ultra positive energy mecca force or something. If I needed help with something I usually wouldn't even need to ask. Someone would notice and help before I could speak up. I felt supported in every direction. Every person played a role in pulling the group together. We all shared common values about the environment, we all laughed at each others dumb-as-ever jokes, we all wanted to be there. We wanted each other to succeed, we all wanted to have a positive experience. On the last day when we said goodbye with a big cheesy group hug, I'm pretty sure it was apparent we had helped each other accomplish our goal. I love those people. In sixteen days I never heard one person complain of distance, cold, or mechanical problems. Come to think of it, I don't remember anyone having any "problems". Sometimes something would happen that wasn't expected. We would just figure a way around it, go with the flow, or rather let the positive energy of the group lead us in the right direction. sounds weird I know, but it is true.

As for my favorite part of the trip, I'm not sure I have a good solid answer. Because I had never been to Alaska before, every single time I would come to the top of a hill, or round a corner, the next stretch was a surprise to me. I really loved the stretches of 80 to 100 miles on both sides of the triangle with no services. It was the real Alaskan wild. I loved biking along those long mountain ranges and wondering who had explored them before. The river valley out of Valdez, over Thompson pass, and into the wild, that is something I will never forget.

Anyway, I know this isn't really what you asked for. I started writing about Alaska and I just didn't really want to stop! Feel free to use whatever, or throw it all away. Hope you're having a great day up there. Oh and if you could email the article when your done that would be sweet. Thanks dude.

Holly Hackett

For Megs, Always.

On a ferry ride from Whittier Alaska to Veldez Alaska.

Six of the prettiest hours of my life. With eight of my favorite people.

A little song, played by an amazing friend, which did nothing but remind me of my Megs. The best part is, I didn't even request it. Thank you universe.

I love you Megs. and your sisters and your Mom and your Dad.

More Alaska stories and photos to follow. loves.

North Country

In the morning I am getting in a car with four friends and driving 2896 miles to Fairbanks, Alaska. It takes 49 hours and 53 minutes. Fun, uh? I will be gone for about four or five weeks. I wish I had more time to elaborate, but I am in the middle of moving and packing. Hopefully i will be able to update this thing somehow. Once we get there, we are riding our bicycles tons of hundreds of miles on a tour of the biggest state in the nation.

besides, we're driving through canada.

The O'Hackett Clan

Happy St.Patrick's Day from two Irish Lasses.
Hope you had a fun day, and laughed off your...

bumms.
love you grams.

I set out to write some limericks.

Instead, I shook me shimericks.

The lads liked it more,

my woobies got sore.

Now go on and wiggle your wimericks.

hjh