An August Day


An August Day

Jens is in our shed

Sewing letters of scrap fabric onto tees

The brightest greens and oranges spelling out 

“J E N S E N !” 

Something about the colors 

Yellows, blue greys, moss greens and clementine oranges

side by side 

Endearingly inviting the rest of the world to say hello

The corduroy and denim dancing together 

Angled towards each other almost so much that they’re kissing

Asking us too, to slow down and to play with each other 

Jens is making my shirt now

She tells me she spilled a bit of coffee on mine but that it mostly came out

We never call each other by our full names

So when she saw mine spelled out for one of the first handful of times 

she couldn’t help but to giggle

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I’m a nostalgic. I am! I love being transported back in time. Summer is particularly nostalgic. Rarely does a day go by without me thinking of childhood days - that one time I did a lemonade stand with my best friend, finger painting in the backyard, biking to frozen yogurt next to my mom. Days so long it felt like the sun would never go down, that there was never ending time for fun.  When I was young I constantly wore things with my name on it - there was a pride in my Nike sweatsuit that had my initials on it and I know Jens felt the same about a shirt she wore with her face on it during preschool. 

23 year-old summer is different and the same. But one of the best parts of Oddli is figuring out how to create that feeling from our favorite days of summer - it’s a little indescribable. But you feel yourself. Part of creating a community based on that relies on us to be ourselves and to be open to each of you too.  And this is the start of that. I can’t predict exactly where this will take us but I’m happy you’re here.