A cabin, a nail, a story
Your cabin, just south of Livingston.
The early snow calls for hot chocolate, and it’s your turn to make it. Any minute now, the other one of you will push a shoulder against the door and stamp snow off of boots before unloading another armful of wood by the fire.
You slide the kettle off the burner and hang these potholders on that bent nail that you can’t bring yourself to replace. (Who put it there? How long ago? If only the nail could talk.) On that nail in this Montana cabin, these potholders look like they’re meant to be, but they’d hold their own in a shiny kitchen, too, wouldn’t you say?
Simple cotton yarn, all dressed up with a 1 ½” silver berry concho. A bit of suede lacing makes it easy for you to hang these in easy reach for that moment when the mac ‘n’ cheese is golden and bubbly and has to come out of the oven right now.
But first, the hot chocolate. The fire. The snow. This place.
(As pretty as they are, don’t be afraid to use our Livingston potholders. They’re made with two sturdy handknit layers, from 100% cotton yarn. Just wash in cold water, reshape and dry flat. I lay mine out on a towel until dry. Approximate size is 7 ½” x 7 ½”.)
“I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.” —John Steinbeck