Love the earth and sun and animals,
Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
Stand up for the stupid and crazy,
Devote your income and labor to others...
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
~Walt Whitman
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Confessions of a Recovering Workaholic
I used to hear people say things like "Life isn't all about work," and I'd say "Yeah! Time to play!" only to look down and see 67 new emails in my inbox, along with my quarterly payroll tax bill shooting me an icy stare. Or, on the rare occasion when I'd be out with friends (with BlackBerry glued to hand), I'd frantically try to bust out a few work-related memos between conversations, or suddenly come up with a new design or marketing idea followed by a mad dash to the bathroom, where I'd email myself a note to review in the morning (or, more likely, later that night). Before a trip, I'd obsess on all the days I'd be missing work and/or spend several sleepless nights making certain I had everything in place for Kari to hold down the fort while I was away, to the point of dreading the trip so much I'd end up in tears on the ride to the airport.
To be fair to myself, sometimes you have to sacrifice a certain amount of pleasure for work during tough economic climates. The fashion industry has been turned around by the recession, and no one has been hit harder than small, independent businesses. I've watched many of our most successful boutique accounts close their doors over the past year, along with fellow designers (and most recently, our beloved dye house), while consumers flock to Forever 21 and H&M for poorly-made and mass-produced - but inexpensive - versions of the latest trends. For those of us affected, when the sales slow down and the bills pile up, working 80 hours a week to try to make ends meet and keep a once highly successful business afloat seems like the only solution.
My love/hate affair with over-working, however, came well before the recent recession. In fact, it began as a child, when I'd start to feel guilty mid-hopscotch because I could have spent just a little more time on the fur detail of my crayon-colored kitty drawing. In college, I spent twice as long studying as my roommates, and skipped spring breaks to focus on whatever extra credit projects my professors happened to be offering. And once I started my clothing line, the work compulsion just grew and grew, like a relentlessness weed in a garden full of bright yellow flowers (flowers that I, of course, didn't even notice).
On June 13th, I lost my ex-husband/best friend in an incredibly tragic way. I've lost quite a few loved ones in my life, but this was the first loss that paralyzed me to the point of losing my ability to function. After the initial grieving period, work seemed strangely insignificant. I realized - for the first time in my life - that many of the cliches about life/work to which I'd always rolled my eyes were true. I reflected on how our society ingrains in us from birth that success in career defines an individual's "greatness," and in the end, how sad that is. Whether or not this was some great epiphany I'm still not sure, but something major shifted in my way of thinking, and so far, I've surrendered to it.
Over the last month, I've traveled to see many of my oldest and dearest friends and taken the time to give my weary, fried brain a long overdue break. I camped in the back of a truck on top of a mountain and warmed my hands on a sparkling campfire (in 38 degree weather). I released some of my ex-hubby/BFF's ashes into a crystal-clear lake at 10,000 feet. I dipped my feet in the ocean beside towering cliffs and watched the clouds move over my head. I stared at stars for hours. I went on a random late-night adventure in San Francisco and laughed so hard my stomach hurt for days. I took a day trip to Wisconsin with my amazing boyfriend and let myself sink into the sand under a warm, golden sun. I read books, for the first time in years. I even allowed myself, for the first time ever, the decision not to produce a full collection this season; remembering that the overwhelming stress from fabric delays, canceled orders from closing stores, and nights spent tagging rather than sleeping, should never take the place of the pure adoration I have for designing and creating art. It's time, I told myself, as I felt the breeze brush against my face, to trust in the universe, take pleasure in my creative abilities rather than concentrate on business-before-creative-flow, and open myself up to whatever comes my way. For real.
I've never been the type of person to say "I don't know." But there is something to be said for accepting things as they come, and consciously choosing to follow a path of blissful uncertainty. I'm realistic enough to know that one event, life-changing or otherwise, isn't going to instantly erase an entire lifetime of doing things a certain way, and I know there will be times where I slip right back into my role as Champion Workaholic. At the same time, now I'm aware of the need for balance, and have overcome the monumental guilt that engulfed me for so many years when I allowed myself the time to work at living, rather than living to work. I've also graciously accepted the fact I don't know what the future holds, and that there is no point on making myself sick with stress trying to find out. In the meantime, I'll do my best to figure out how to pay my bills and deal with the responsibilities of running a company - but not at the expense of missing out on life's simple pleasures.
Joseph Campbell said "Follow your bliss, and don't be afraid. Doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be." Can you imagine, if each of us woke up every morning with this in mind to guide our day? What a wonderful world that would be.
With Love,
Melissa
All Photos taken in July 2010

To be fair to myself, sometimes you have to sacrifice a certain amount of pleasure for work during tough economic climates. The fashion industry has been turned around by the recession, and no one has been hit harder than small, independent businesses. I've watched many of our most successful boutique accounts close their doors over the past year, along with fellow designers (and most recently, our beloved dye house), while consumers flock to Forever 21 and H&M for poorly-made and mass-produced - but inexpensive - versions of the latest trends. For those of us affected, when the sales slow down and the bills pile up, working 80 hours a week to try to make ends meet and keep a once highly successful business afloat seems like the only solution.
My love/hate affair with over-working, however, came well before the recent recession. In fact, it began as a child, when I'd start to feel guilty mid-hopscotch because I could have spent just a little more time on the fur detail of my crayon-colored kitty drawing. In college, I spent twice as long studying as my roommates, and skipped spring breaks to focus on whatever extra credit projects my professors happened to be offering. And once I started my clothing line, the work compulsion just grew and grew, like a relentlessness weed in a garden full of bright yellow flowers (flowers that I, of course, didn't even notice).
On June 13th, I lost my ex-husband/best friend in an incredibly tragic way. I've lost quite a few loved ones in my life, but this was the first loss that paralyzed me to the point of losing my ability to function. After the initial grieving period, work seemed strangely insignificant. I realized - for the first time in my life - that many of the cliches about life/work to which I'd always rolled my eyes were true. I reflected on how our society ingrains in us from birth that success in career defines an individual's "greatness," and in the end, how sad that is. Whether or not this was some great epiphany I'm still not sure, but something major shifted in my way of thinking, and so far, I've surrendered to it.
Over the last month, I've traveled to see many of my oldest and dearest friends and taken the time to give my weary, fried brain a long overdue break. I camped in the back of a truck on top of a mountain and warmed my hands on a sparkling campfire (in 38 degree weather). I released some of my ex-hubby/BFF's ashes into a crystal-clear lake at 10,000 feet. I dipped my feet in the ocean beside towering cliffs and watched the clouds move over my head. I stared at stars for hours. I went on a random late-night adventure in San Francisco and laughed so hard my stomach hurt for days. I took a day trip to Wisconsin with my amazing boyfriend and let myself sink into the sand under a warm, golden sun. I read books, for the first time in years. I even allowed myself, for the first time ever, the decision not to produce a full collection this season; remembering that the overwhelming stress from fabric delays, canceled orders from closing stores, and nights spent tagging rather than sleeping, should never take the place of the pure adoration I have for designing and creating art. It's time, I told myself, as I felt the breeze brush against my face, to trust in the universe, take pleasure in my creative abilities rather than concentrate on business-before-creative-flow, and open myself up to whatever comes my way. For real.
I've never been the type of person to say "I don't know." But there is something to be said for accepting things as they come, and consciously choosing to follow a path of blissful uncertainty. I'm realistic enough to know that one event, life-changing or otherwise, isn't going to instantly erase an entire lifetime of doing things a certain way, and I know there will be times where I slip right back into my role as Champion Workaholic. At the same time, now I'm aware of the need for balance, and have overcome the monumental guilt that engulfed me for so many years when I allowed myself the time to work at living, rather than living to work. I've also graciously accepted the fact I don't know what the future holds, and that there is no point on making myself sick with stress trying to find out. In the meantime, I'll do my best to figure out how to pay my bills and deal with the responsibilities of running a company - but not at the expense of missing out on life's simple pleasures.
Joseph Campbell said "Follow your bliss, and don't be afraid. Doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be." Can you imagine, if each of us woke up every morning with this in mind to guide our day? What a wonderful world that would be.
With Love,
Melissa
All Photos taken in July 2010

Sunday, July 18, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
We'll Be Back Soon, We Promise!
Just a little reminder that we haven't forgotten about you, beloved readers. It's been a rough month in these parts, with quite a few losses, including one very close and tragic to the Mountains of the Moon family (you can read a little about that here).
For now, we're taking some time to sleep, travel, be around loved ones, clear our minds, and reflect on the things that are truly important. But never fear, we'll be back before you know it with a brand new chapter of our lives and work to share.
In the meantime, hold the ones you love close, and be kind to others. Take some time to sit in the sun, gaze at the stars, dance, sing, and enjoy the things that so many of us (myself included) often let pass us by in exchange for the hustle and bustle of work, stress and a fast-paced society; a society that sometimes makes it easy to forget that life is not only a precious gift, but also very fragile. Cliche or otherwise, life is short, and any of us can be gone in an instant. A day will never go by for me again that I don't remember this and give thanks for every breath I take.
Much Love,
Melissa
For now, we're taking some time to sleep, travel, be around loved ones, clear our minds, and reflect on the things that are truly important. But never fear, we'll be back before you know it with a brand new chapter of our lives and work to share.
In the meantime, hold the ones you love close, and be kind to others. Take some time to sit in the sun, gaze at the stars, dance, sing, and enjoy the things that so many of us (myself included) often let pass us by in exchange for the hustle and bustle of work, stress and a fast-paced society; a society that sometimes makes it easy to forget that life is not only a precious gift, but also very fragile. Cliche or otherwise, life is short, and any of us can be gone in an instant. A day will never go by for me again that I don't remember this and give thanks for every breath I take.
Much Love,
Melissa
Rest in Peace dearest Jeffrey. April 9th, 1973 - June 13th 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Fare Thee Well...
Dear Friends,
We apologize that so much time has gone by since our last post. On June 13th, we lost a precious friend and family member. Jeff was my dear friend (in fact, I was married to him for many years!) and the co-founder of Mountains of the Moon. Although we split as partners (in business and romance) several years ago, we remained close friends, and I considered him to be my brother. I am grateful that I was able to talk to him just a few hours before his passing. I am also grateful that I was able to spend last weekend with his family, and that so many of our dearest friends are flying in this weekend for the memorial I'll be hosting. Most of all, I'm grateful for everything he taught me, showed me, and shared with me since we first met in Colorado 14-1/2 years ago. He touched so many lives on such a profound level, and he will remain a part of all of us, until we meet again.
With Love,
Melissa
Fare you well my honey
Fare you well my only true one
All the birds that were singing
Have flown except you alone
Goin to leave this brokedown palace
On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll
Make myself a bed by the waterside
In my time - in my time - I will roll roll roll
In a bed, in a bed
by the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul
River gonna take me
Sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy
all the way back back home
It's a far gone lullaby
sung many years ago
Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come
since I first left home
Goin home, goin home
by the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul
Goin to plant a weeping willow
On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow
Sing a lullaby beside the water
Lovers come and go - the river roll roll roll
Fare thee well, fare thee well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
to rock my soul
(Brokedown Palace, The Grateful Dead)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Mountains of the Moon's Sustainable Summer Style Contest & Giveaway!
Enter by using any of the
methods listed below. Choose one, some, or all to
increase your chances to win! MAKE SURE YOU FILL OUT THE
Official Entry Form FOR EACH ENTRY! Using the Entry Form is the only way for your votes to be counted.
1. Visit www.mountainsofthemoon.com, choose your favorite summer item, then leave a comment about the item on this blog post. (worth 1 entry)
2. Use this month’s newsletter 25% OFF coupon code (see below for details) on your purchase at www.mountainsofthemoon.com by this Tuesday, 6/15. (worth 2 entries)
3. Like/Become a Fan of Mountains of the Moon on Facebook (worth 1 entry)
4. Follow Mountains of the Moon on Twitter
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5. Post the following as your Facebook or Twitter status: "Enter Mountains of the Moon’s Sustainable Summer Style Contest & Win One of 3 Great Prizes! http://bit.ly/aIxMSU " (1 entry for FB, 1 for Twitter)
6. Post about this contest on your blog with a link to our June newsletter. (worth 2 entries)
1. Visit www.mountainsofthemoon.com, choose your favorite summer item, then leave a comment about the item on this blog post. (worth 1 entry)
2. Use this month’s newsletter 25% OFF coupon code (see below for details) on your purchase at www.mountainsofthemoon.com by this Tuesday, 6/15. (worth 2 entries)
3. Like/Become a Fan of Mountains of the Moon on Facebook (worth 1 entry)
4. Follow Mountains of the Moon on Twitter
(worth 1 entry)
5. Post the following as your Facebook or Twitter status: "Enter Mountains of the Moon’s Sustainable Summer Style Contest & Win One of 3 Great Prizes! http://bit.ly/aIxMSU " (1 entry for FB, 1 for Twitter)
6. Post about this contest on your blog with a link to our June newsletter. (worth 2 entries)
Contest ends June 15th!
Winners will be chosen by random number generator software.
No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited.
Winners will be chosen by random number generator software.
No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited.
For more details, visit the Mountains of the Moon
June newsletter. Good Luck!
June newsletter. Good Luck!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
The Essential Summer Dress
This little summer wrap is, in our humble opinions, the essential dress for summer. And here's why...
It's effortless. The mock wrap design is flattering with a clean, easy fit. This translates to a dress that is as comfortable as it is sexy.
It's versatile. The design is elegantly simple without being boring, which makes it a cinch to accessorize for limitless looks. Pair it with a floaty floral scarf and basic flat sandals. Wear a thick belt over the waist along with some colorful clog heels. Throw on a floppy straw hat and go barefoot to the beach. Layer some vintage necklaces and slip on a pair of platform sandals for some summery evening cocktails.
It's sustainable. The hemp and organic cotton blend jersey is unbleached and undyed, and the dress was designed and produced locally.
It's affordable. With its $92 price tag, you're new favorite summer dress is easy on the wallet.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Introducing... YOU CHOOSE!
The ladies o' Mountains of the Moon have been doing a lot of deep thinking recently. You know - about things like existentialist theory, condensed matter physics, and really significant life decisions (like what colors to use for the spring '11 collection and what types of new products we should add to our line).
During an especially profound brainstorming session earlier this week, we had an epiphany. Since we've always been inspired and driven by our customers, why not let our customers play an active roll in said significant decisions?
Introducing: YOU CHOOSE! Starting today, we'll be posting weekly polls on our Official Facebook Page where you can help us choose where to go with our darling little company. This week's poll asks:
Which of these items would you most like to see at Mountains of the Moon?
xoxo
During an especially profound brainstorming session earlier this week, we had an epiphany. Since we've always been inspired and driven by our customers, why not let our customers play an active roll in said significant decisions?
Introducing: YOU CHOOSE! Starting today, we'll be posting weekly polls on our Official Facebook Page where you can help us choose where to go with our darling little company. This week's poll asks:
Which of these items would you most like to see at Mountains of the Moon?
- A New Sustainable T-Shirt Line
- A Vintage and Used Clothing Section
- More One-of-a-Kind Statement Necklaces
- A Sustainable Bag/Purse Line
xoxo
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