I’ll be shutting down the shop for a few months to rest and reset so this week is the time to grab ANYTHING you had your eye on. 30 to 70% off everything in the shop – prices are already adjusted, no code needed! Today until December 30th.
For the first time ever we are offering 40% off of EVERYTHING in the online shop. Black Friday through Cyber Monday – use coupon code ‘HOLIYAY2016’ to redeem at purchase. Enjoy!
Happy Thanksgiving America! 2016 has been a bit of a rough ride but I hope today you are able to tune out all of the world noise and feel gratitude for life’s many blessings.
‘So now, our responsibility as citizens is to keep doing our part to build that better, stronger, fairer America we see. And I know you will.’ – Hillary Clinton
For the next week our ‘Happy Future’ key chain will be half off as a reminder that from this place of shock and sadness we can move together towards a better future. #imwithher
It’s been awhile since my last #scbusiness post and, as a slight change of pace, my next instalment is over on the Big Cartel blog. Learn some tips on what to consider when naming your new project and find out about the origin story of the name Scout & Catalogue – here.
Our FW16 collection is now live in our online shop! This season we have brought in some traditional handmade goods from Mexican artisans. This is the first time we’ve tried something like this and I am thrilled to have a connection to Mexico in our brand offering again. Mexico inspired me to begin S&C and supporting artists and craftspeople from the country that supported my first efforts feels like the best version of coming full circle. Check out our new products here!
One of my favourite bags in the line – our Oaxaca Tote in hand dyed indigo…
Over on Society6 today I chat about running a small creative business, the great live/work debate and our recent trip sailing around BC’s southern coast.
And finally – week 5 of our trip. For those of you that really only tune in to watch the things that I dye I thank you for your patience as my blog and instagram feed became a personal vacation slideshow. This is the last instalment for the foreseeable future – although I will be #tbt-ing the crap out of this trip because it was just so crazy inspirational.
In our last week on the water we finally turned back home. Heading south from Port McNeil we spent several 12 hour power days to make up for time we had spent playing up north. To my relief as we headed down the coast the weather turned from rain to crisp fall sun and we finally managed to get a little bit of actual sailing into the commute.
Sailing down the Johnstone Strait as the wind picked up considerably. Because most of the trip was through various archipelagos and coastal inlets there was very little sailing weather which usually occurs in wide open seas. The Queen Charlotte Strait and Johnstone Straight were our two opportunities and on this day the wind did not disappoint.
The light as we anchored in Owen Bay – a reportedly haunted spot where there have been many suspicious deaths over the years. As we were entering the bay our electronic navigation inexplicably stopped working and I almost steered us into some pretty serious rocks. I’m not saying I believe in ghosts but…
As we headed down Johnstone Strait a pod of pacific white sided dolphins jumped and swam in our wake. I moved to the furthest point of the bow, feet propped up by our anchor, and watched the show. Unfortunately all of our photos seem to be missing said dolphins but I swear up and down there were there…
Setting the crab traps in our little row boat, Maui.
A trip to Alert Bay. The First Nations communities have suffered tremendously over the centuries including being banned by the Canadian government from holding potlatches – a cultural festival that connected the coastal communities – until 1951. The regalia from these celebrations were confiscated but later returned and are now on display by the First Nation run U’mista Cultural Centre – a must visit if you are in the area.
We spent the night at New Van – a First Nations community just south of Alert bay. They give tours of their Big House which was fascinating and they have some very pretty dogs. We also stopped in at Mamalilaculla – a village ghost town with totem poles being reclaimed into the sea (you can just make out in all that moss the shape of carved wood). The island is now deserted but this once was the home of the most powerful band along the coast.
From there we headed down to Desolation Sound – one of the most popular boating areas along the coast. For very fancy geological reasons the ocean here is a bright emerald and is the warmest sea north of Mexico. In mid September we went swimming – something I can’t remember ever doing in Canada before. We spent a few days here enjoying the last whispers of summer.
We left Refuge Cove early one morning – the mountains lit with soft rosy light – and put up the spinnaker to get home faster.
We clean up real nice. For weeks at a time we had no access to showers and the first few days back into the world of normal hygiene felt unbelievably luxurious.
Goodbye sailing trip! Thanks for following along – we’ll be back to regular programming from here on out…
And then the rains came. We headed up to the Broughton Archipelago, the weather slipping from summer to fall the further north we sailed. In exchange for hot sunny days we found an abundance of wild life – humpbacks, salmon, an array of diving birds, dolphins and most notably bears. With Phil along for the ride we slowly inched our way towards Nimmo Bay Resort – a heli-fishing operation Kevin has wanted to check out for years. It did not disappoint.
1_ Watching a humpback feed – we ran into so many whales feeding in Blackfish Sound.
2_ The small islands that dot the coast – if you need any photos that embody ‘loneliness’ I’ve got them.
3/4/5_ The boys strung me up to the top of the mast. From 90 feet above we stumbled onto a pod of humpbacks feeding and I got to watch them surface from a new vantage point.
6_ The bears are out to play. We saw so many black bears in this area – mostly searching under rocks at low tide for food.
7_ With all the rain, waterfalls began appearing out of nowhere – this is Lacy Falls and is quite magnificent in person.
8_ This is Scare-bear. We were exploring a local river estuary in the dinghy when I looked over my shoulder and saw this black bear watching us. I do not have a zoom lens so that may give a sense as to how close he was to us – it felt like we could reach out and hi-five him if desired. I did everything you are not supposed to do : I panicked, I cowered and squeaked, ‘BEAR BEAR BEAR OHMYGODBEAR…’ over and over again. Not my finest moment.
Scare-bear, named after my level-10 panic, yawned a few times and then turned his back on us while we jumped quickly back into the boat, shot some photos and headed back to a safe distance.
9_ We anchored for a few nights at Big Nimmo Bay which had calm waters and Monet sunsets.
10_ The Nimmo Bay Fishing resort was amazing and well worth visiting if you are in the area. We dropped in and had massages which also included time in their hot tub which was nestled in the rainforest with a small waterfall behind it. After a week without showers this felt like paradise.
11/12/13_ I’ve acquired quite a few ‘treasures’ over the last few weeks – the driftwood, moss, eagle feathers and rocks that litter this coastline are gorgeous.
14_ Boo-bear – this guy was foraging near our boat most evenings.
15/16_ Hammock times – apparently when you sail with boys they like to see how high they can string you up. We each had a go at the hammock swinging over the ocean as the sun set.
I’ve been taking photos of the mostly granite shorelines as we slowly move by them – with their dusty colour palettes and intricate details these rocks look like gorgeous tapestries I can’t help but be inspired by.
We have found Jurassic Park. We arrived in Thompson Sound, an unassuming inlet, late one night. I casually mentioned I wanted to see more wildlife and as an almost immediate answer heard the puff of a whale coming up for air before it’s long dive below the ocean surface for more food. I grabbed my binoculars and in the far distance was able to see several humpbacks surface – foreshadowing of days to come.
When we woke up the next morning we were completely enclosed in a fog bank, essentially blind to the natural world around us. Kevin was on deck trying to figure out if our anchor had moved during the night when he heard manic splashing. He called me up in time to have a pod of pacific white sided dolphins explode out of the fog and hurtle themselves 10 feet beside our boat heading full speed for the river behind us. We stood there with our mouths on the ground. Just as we were recovering more splashing was heard in the distance and four Orcas in hot pursuit of the dolphins blew by our boat stopping to jump fully out of the water a mere 20 feet from us for good measure. At one point an Orca jumped completely out of the water underneath a rainbow beside our boat. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!
The day continued to unfold with the wildlife meter on high and we started to think that maybe we wanted to spend a bit more time getting to know Thompson Sound – we ended up staying a full week. Every morning we would wake up to a wall of white cloud which burned off in the August sun leading to hot, lazy afternoons and long evenings. We made friends with the couple on the boat anchored next to us and met the local fur trapper/bear-watching guide (Trapper Rick) and his young British university student photographer/intern Felix who lived on a dock beside the creek.
It turned out the salmon had arrived – every year they return to the river they were born in to spawn and they are a massive food source for almost all of the local animals. When they arrive so does the surrounding animal kingdom and for our time there there were so many creatures in the area us we stopped even noticing the whales, dolphins, seals, seal lions (seriously two sea lions came up beside our boat and kissed each other and we were like, ‘phhhhhhffffff…whateves…’), eagles (we started calling them seagulls because there were so many bald eagles around they were no longer special to us), and bears. The one creature noticeably absent – humans. It was truly paradise and one of the most, if not the most, special time of the trip.
1/2_ Morning fog in Thompson Sound. The fallen trees in the river stick out of the water looking like fallen dinosaur bones adding to the Jurassic Park effect.
3/4_ Pod of dolphins hurtling by and the only photo we managed to snap of one of the Orcas. This does not capture how close and intense this experience was.
5_ The inlet once the fog had lifted.
6_ Watching one of the many humpback whales feeding along the shoreline from our dinghy.
7/8_ A pod of dolphins spent 45 minutes playing with us in the wake of our small powerboat.
9_ Fishing in the river as night falls. The river was full of bears also fishing so we were constantly singing ridiculous songs at the top of our lungs so they would know where we were. This did not stop me from being freaked out but it did add to the adventure. This was also my first time in waders – it is a very cool feeling to walk through water and remain dry…
10/11_ Crab and prawn traps were set. All of our crabs were undersized but we did pull up 24 of the largest prawns Kevin has ever caught which we brought over to our neighbours boat to contribute to dinner that night. I photographed every creature we could get our hands on so I can paint them when I get home.
12_ Kevin is an avid fly fisherman so this was paradise for him. He claims to have never been to a better river.
13_ One of many bear sightings. After the first few I got used to the idea that they were around and it was very clear they had no issue with us being there too. As long as we didn’t surprise them they were far more focused on the salmon than on us.
14_ Kevin’s friend Phil arrived by float plane at the end of the week to spend some time with us on the boat. Like any good guest he came bearing gifts of fresh food, scotch and news from home.
And so we have found internet again. Another 10 days have passed and our original plan to sail the entire circumference of Vancouver Island has been altered. If we were to do the island we would not be able to spend days at rest – constantly having to push forward to meet our goal in 5 weeks. The most fun we have had are on days getting to know a certain bay or inlet – taking the time to drink coffee slowly in the morning, fish for our dinner, hike in along the rocky coastlines or talk to the locals. We have decided to spend most of our time in the Broughton Archipelago off the Northeast corner of Vancouver Island. The nature is spectacular in this region and it is sparsely populated by humans (and internet connections). The more I am out here the more passionate I feel about the region I was born in – finally understanding how truly magical this small wild patch of the planet truly is.
1_ Before leaving Cortes Island we hiked to the top of Eagle Bluff and looked out across the marina and towards our next destination.
2_ The adventure begins.
3_ Kevin rows us from boat to shore. Have you guys ever rowed a boat?! I am SO BAD AT IT. I can not seem to get my strokes even and am constantly moving myself off track. It is one of the only ways to exercise on the trip though so my goal is to come back being able to row in a straight line and have abs of steel. I am already failing at both of these goals…
4/5_ A visit to Port Neville – the longest running post office in Canada (now closed). A homestead built in the late 1800’s and lived in by the original family until 2012. The caretaker here told us we had missed a bear by 5 minutes and also taught us how to tell the difference between grizzly and black bear tracks.
6_ Floating through the Copeland Islands before getting to Cortes.
7/8/9/10_ Heading towards Big Bay we missed the tides at Yuculta Rapids by 20 minutes. At certain times throughout the day the tide runs so fast against the boat in this channel that we can’t move forward. We were looking at the marina we wanted to moor at but couldn’t get across so spent the afternoon with Kevin teaching me to fish in the company of two sea lions and a handful of seals. So far I have caught nothing but Kevin catches fish all over the place and has also taught me how to gut them. I am surprised by how beautiful they are inside and out. And how delicious fresh fish is.
11_ Current day job : scouting big rocks while sailing through shallow passages.
12_ Arriving in our favourite place so far – Thompson Sound. More on this magical place in the next post.
It has been a week on this trip and the time seems to have taken on an elastic quality with so much and so little being accomplished each day. This is the first time I’ve even been online in an entire week which seems like a surreal gift. Our boat travels at the equivalent of about 6 miles an hour so even with a week behind us we are still not that far from home – the going is seriously slow. There is the added issue of me not knowing what I am doing – my sum total of sailing knowledge comes from sailing lasers at the local community centre in 1994 and 95….so I am far from an expert. Even with a willingness to learn there is always a ton going on a once and I am often left feeling slightly overwhelmed and frustrated. The picture of me sailing the boat above was moments before I started screaming, ‘The wind is changing! The wind is changing! I-don’t-know-what-to-do-you-need-to-help-me-RIGHT-NOW!!!!!’
So, you know, total pro over here.
Our first few days were spent on an island called Thormanby just off of the Sunshine Coast where friends have an amazing cabin and a more-the-merrier attitude with guests. There were piles of us playing on the warm sand beaches, climbing the cliffs, pushing children around on water toys, walking along forest paths – it was insanely ideal. Like summer is supposed to be in every YA fiction book you read when you were a teenager. From there we headed to Hornby, an island known for it’s warm water beaches and artistic hippie community. Both did not disappoint – we swam, rode bikes to buy groceries at the local co-op, watched a family of deers graze, ate dinner in an apple orchard, licked melting ice creams and rowed from boat to cabin to visit more friends. At night the wind howled through the bay and made it sound like the boat was going to break in two.
We spent yesterday slowly sailing from Hornby to Cortes, stopping to fish when the impulse struck. We had a mild toilet back up issue that we are now referring to as the ‘Psunami’ where essentially two days of waste exploded like a bomb on deck and through a window where I was standing but EVEN THAT couldn’t take away from the incredible sunset while we drifted through the Copeland Islands or the moon as it rose behind us while we docked at Cortes.
There are showers here. Thank god.
Today is my last day in the studio before packing up and heading off to sail for 5 weeks. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into and I am pretty excited. In honour of the adventure that is about to begin I thought I would re-run one of my first posts I published back in 2009 about another large journey – driving from Vancouver to Puerto Vallarta with everything we owned packed into a Volkswagen Jetta.
Before I moved to Mexico I had visited the country for a single week in my entire life. It was a bit of a leap of faith to say the least. I remember this trip so clearly because the further south we drove the more I was internally losing my sh*t. At that point in my life I had never lived outside of my hometown of Vancouver, V and I had only been dating a year, I had just left a stable job at the beginning of a recession, I didn’t speak a word of Spanish and the vast expanse of the Sonoran Desert was making it pretty clear that I had not done enough research on my ‘brand new life’. This was such an important time for me – so often leaps of faith feel terrifying while you are in the middle of them but they almost always lead to a feeling of increased self esteem as you rise to the challenge(s). This was definitely the case for me. We all have different circumstances that present themselves as hurdles and for me this essay marks the beginning of one of my life’s biggies:
‘ROADTRIP : SEPTEMBER 21 2009’
V and I had decided that the easiest way to get all of our stuff, as well as ourselves, to Mexico was to load up our car and make the long drive down. For some reason I had always placed any city in Mexico directly under Los Angeles and so I had been mentally preparing myself for a four-day excursion lengthened only slightly by staying with friends that lived in cities along the way. That bubble was burst when V worked out our travel schedule. The length of time he wagered it would take us made me leap to a map only to discover that Puerto Vallarta is halfway into Mexico – roughly the same distance from Vancouver as Toronto. Huh? All of my visions of casually driving up to LA to visit friends and intermittently brush shoulders with the rich and trendy were dashed. I tried to console myself with the idea that the more remote the location the bigger the adventure that awaited and as I got into the car on a bright, cold Vancouver morning I almost believed it.
There is something very reassuring about traveling great distances over long periods of time. You are able to watch the land change, moving from the familiar to the foreign, not in a period of hours as with air travel, but in days. It took us two days to move through Washington and Oregon; countryside that looks identical to that of the Lower Mainland and this gave me just enough time to make peace with what I was leaving behind. The northwest coast is exceptionally beautiful; it’s rainy climate allowing shocking displays of greens and blues. In this part of the world most of your closet is filled with wool and gortex and you deeply appreciate the pleasures enjoyed on a truly hot and sunny day. While I was excited to live in a place that only required me to wear shorts and sundresses I knew I would eventually miss this landscape and made a point to take it in as we slowly headed south.
After awhile there are only so many green fields you can drive through before becoming mind numbingly bored. This is when V and I decided to turn from the countryside sliding beside us and chose instead to turn on each other. I am not exactly sure how large the interior of a Volkswagen Jetta is, but after a few 8-hour days on the road it feels like it’s the approximate size of a matchbox. Combined with the fact that the car was filled to the brim with all of our worldly possessions, forcing both of our seats to be crushed against the dashboard, and you have a recipe for nothing but trouble. We quickly realized that V’s expectations as to how clean the car should be were vastly different from mine. While I am someone who has never agreed with rotting food, I am able to withstand quite a bit of clutter. V was immerging from this experience as a closet neat freak who sternly enforced a car garbage system and could not stand the sound of me eating anything crunchier than a ripe peach. I, on the other hand, expected quite a bit more conversation than he did – the more soul baring the better – but most of my leading questions were met with blank eyes and a strong willed resistance. My terror filled gasps when V accelerated to any speed above 100km/h, no matter how light the traffic, did nothing to endear me to him. On day three, as I was busy pouting about being reprimanded for not cleaning off the top of a Coke can properly, I began contemplating what seemed the only possible outcome of our road trip – my potential life in prison sentence for first-degree murder.
We spent a few days in LA, with a couple named Sophie and Steve, whom I’d known when they lived in Vancouver and who had remained close friends even after they relocated to Los Angeles. When we arrived after another long day of driving Steve helped us unload our car. The first thing out of his mouth was, ‘Why did you guys decide to drive? Soph and I almost killed each other when we drove from Florida to Vancouver. Road trips are a surefire way to end any relationship.’ I nodded at this sage wisdom, a little concerned that we were only halfway to our final destination. Sophie showed up a few hours later, gave us both huge hugs and turned to me whispering, ‘Are you surviving the road trip? Steve and I wanted each other dead when we drove from Florida to Vancouver.’ This did not bode well.
Thankfully things started to look up for V and I after we left LA four days later. We were entering Mexico and the ‘differentness’ of it brought us together as one foreign unit. I had been terrified of crossing the border in Mexico; in the days before we left Vancouver the news had been full of reports of drug shootings in border towns. V had made sure to take us to an exceptionally small crossing just outside of an Arizona town called Ajo, the Spanish word for garlic. We were now in desert country where the sky stretched farther than I had ever imagined, bearing down relentlessly on the dusty earth below.
We crossed the border extremely easily with none of the media hyped corruption or gang violence and spent the day driving as far into northern Mexico as possible. Northwest Mexico is a place that no tourist need ever visit. It is hot, dry, full of large factories and poor rural towns. I had only spent one brief week in Mexico, in Puerto Vallarta, prior to deciding to move there and I was beginning to wonder if I had made a very big mistake. Had I wanted to change my life so badly that I had convinced myself that Mexico was lush and beautiful? As the hours and days crept slowly by there was no change to the dusty Mexican vista outside my window. Not wanting to alarm V that I may have to book a flight home as soon as we got to Puerto Vallarta I kept all my internal angst on the inside for once, falling into hours of silent despair while he drove us deeper into the bowels of what I only could only imagine as hell on earth. I had left the crisp greens and deep blues of British Columbia to live in a rust coloured sandbox where the only things that flourished were cacti and the El Cartel.
Our last stop before we were to reach Puerto Vallarta was Mazatlan. About two hours out of the city the land began to distinctly change character. Gone were the arid sand dunes with the unending highway stretched in front of us – here the land was more fertile. Farms began to look like they could actually support life and every so often an ocean view would surprise us as we rounded a corner on the toll highway. This was the Mexico I had signed up for and the further south we headed the better it got.
In the days leading up to us leaving I am dyeing up a storm…I took some shots of the indigo work I have been blasting through. While I’m away my seamstress will be sewing cushions for our FW 16 collection which is launching when we get back. This break can not come soon enough…
Remember when I yammered on about needing a break to clear my head and then instead of peacing-out I continued working steady state? Right. Me too.
So when writing that post I had imagined taking August off to lay low in Vancouver and then take a small sailing trip through our local islands. BUT THEN an opportunity came up to take 5 weeks to sail around Vancouver Island – starting mid August. So instead of closing shop and hanging in coffee shops aggressively soul searching I have been busting my ass to get all the small to-do’s done before setting sail on August 15th. As I’m sure you can all relate it is very rare to be able to take a month away from life and I can not wait to leave the day to day hustle behind.
During this time I’ll have extremely limited access to wifi (once a week, maybe) but I’ll be taking lots of photos and am hoping to post a few updates while we’re away just to keep you in the loop. British Columbia is home to some of the most beautiful and untouched wilderness in the world and often the only access to it is via boat so needless to say this is an opportunity I am super excited about. For the first time in what seems like forever I will be shutting the online shop while I am away so if you have been thinking of grabbing something please make your purchase by Tuesday Aug 9th. The shop will re-open at the end of September with some new goodies for Fall/Winter included in the mix.
Taking style inspiration from the best (I heart you 4ever Michael J. Fox!) we now have a few hand dyed baseball hats in the shop! They are available in multi-colour Earth or Gradient Indigo, are cotton and adjust to size with a velcro strap at the back. Available for a limited time only!
As you well know this blog started when I quit my day job in Canada and moved to Mexico with my boyfriend and dreams of living a very, very simple life. At the time blogs were a new communication tool and it felt like the right fit for keeping my friends and family involved in my new life. My first vision for Scout & Catalogue was to be a space for writing – a kind of journal of sorts to record (catalogue) the experience of living in a new culture. As my readership increased it became clear that they were more interested in my photos and my textile progress than my words. I stopped writing (publicly – I have a life long addiction to journals so my personal writing has never stopped) and started snapping. Every once in awhile I head back to the first few essay posts to re-read how I was feeling in the first few months of ‘throwing it all away’ and building a new life.
It has been seven years since we first pointed the car south and started driving to Puerto Vallarta. In the time since I started dyeing fabric and a brand was born. We pointed the car north and moved to Toronto where I built a home studio and personally hand dyed and constructed every S&C item sold. After five years together V and I separated (he still has custody of Mouse who would not have been pleased with a cross country move) and I got on plane and headed west back to my hometown Vancouver. I now have a factory that helps with manufacturing which has been an important/terrifying step in creating a healthy and profitable business. It has been a journey to say the least.
As I wrote in an earlier post I am at a crossroads with S&C once again and have not yet decided which way to move with the company. I am giving myself some space and time to make the right decision and reflect on where I have come from. Over the next few weeks I’ll be re-blogging some of my early S&C essay’s – written from a time when I was deeply entrenched in transition, worried about decisions made and unsure about the future ahead (little has changed from that perspective!).
The text below is the very first entry on this blog – posted on September 7 2009. V and I had been living in Mexico since April and we were just starting to feel comfortable in our new life south of the border(s).
September 07 2009
The idea came about on a perfectly lovely August evening while biking home from work – what if we just left it all and moved away? Where we moved to was the least of my concerns, it was the idea of leaving all that I knew for something else that really grabbed me. As I am not one to make flippant decisions of such life changing magnitude while riding a 10-speed bike on a dusty road home it came with a bit of surprise that this particular daydream became a reality. Not just any reality but my reality.
That night I brought it up with my boyfriend, ‘V – you are, very conveniently for us, Mexican. Let’s leave it all and move to Mexico.’
V’s first reaction was to ignore me. He is very rational and understood that I had a good job, lovely friends and a strong connection with my family. Instead of exclaiming with excitement (in both English and Spanish) he calmly continued to chop vegetables for our dinner. The next day he emailed me, ‘I’m calling your bluff baby. I’m not convinced you could actually go through with it.’
This thought had also crossed my mind but as the days went by I could not shake the idea of moving to another country, especially one where I didn’t speak the language and the culture was foreign to me. I had long felt that everyone at some time in their lives should leave their hometown in search of adventure. At 28 I still lived in the city I had been raised in, having moved after university not across the country but across a bridge. Not only that, horrors upon horrors, I only spoke one language. Knowing only English had long been an embarrassment for me. How amazing would it be to respond, ‘My other language is Spanish.’ The fact that I live in Canada where our two national languages are English and French was of little importance to me. Mexico had become my target, my daydream refuge, my brand new life.
And so I quit my job, packed up my apartment and we bought a car for the drive down. Just for good measure I rented some documentaries on the great Mayan pyramids, the Conquistadors bloody successes and the political turmoil that has befallen Mexico ever since.
This I figured was enough to prepare me for my brand new life.
My good friend Julie is on vacation in Iceland and took this gorgeous photo of our Nomad Scarf at Jokulsarlon Glacier Pond. It reminded me how much I love seeing S&C goods in action – if you have any shots of our products on the road wth you throw them up on instagram and tag us at #scoutandcatalogue and/or #scoutyoursummer