As many of you know, we take advantage of the slower winter months to do a lot of our business travel. This past week we’ve been to New York City, Minneapolis and North Carolina. In NYC we went to what the PR industry calls “desksides.” We carried a suitcase around to all the big magazine editors to talk about our wares in hopes that they’ll write a story about them. We visited every major beauty editor you can think of. It does feel a little funny to walk into Vogue wearing our farm clothes when everyone else is wearing couture. But maybe they’ll think we’re just more fashion forward than they are. If you see faded plaids and crumply jeans on the runways next year, you can thank us.
Minneapolis is the home to Evine. Whenever you see us on TV, we’re there. Many people ask how we transport our goats to the studios, and while we try to explain while we’re on air some folks miss that part. It would be too stressful for our goats to travel that far. (And too expensive! They insist on First Class.) So we work with Goat Shine Farm, a wonderful family farm in Glencoe MN. It’s great to have fellow farmers to chat with when we’re on the road. And even better when they share their farm’s bounty…this last trip they also brought us some of their homemade frozen goat milk custard. Plus, they raise mostly Nigerian Dwarf goats (a breed that John doesn’t have) so we even get to meet new kinds of goats. Diversity is great in all species.
Finally, we’re writing this from Randleman, North Carolina – Brent’s hometown – where we’re visiting his family. Brent’s lucky enough to still have three living grandparents, so every chance we get to see them, we do. (They say “hello” to you all.) We’re staying at his mom’s house, which is on a piece a property right next to where Brent’s great grandparents used to farm. Their small house and tobacco barn are still standing, though just barely. Both will probably fall down in the next few years. (The property is no longer owned by the family.) It’s a beautiful place. Lace curtains still hang in the glass-less windows. You can see out over the fields from the front porch. They raised everything from peanuts to potatoes to dairy cows on the farm, and each weekend they would load up their truck and drive into the “city” to sell their wares.
Kinda like us carrying our suitcases full of goods around NYC.
Guess things don’t change as much as we think they do.
Lucky for all of us.