I am startled when I see my parents' deep impact on the way I live and interact with the world. When I stopped fighting becoming just like them, I realized there is a beauty in me that I owe to my parents. This last season has been one marked by fog, confusion, and pain. When my father passed away I was left with a changed future — one I had never imagined. After his death I couldn't create anything, my hands lay empty at my sides everything I touched came out wrong.
My father was a creator, always working on elaborate projects. He instilled in me the importance of quality. Everything he created was overbuilt to withstand the largest of natural disasters, anticipating every possibility. He built with time in mind, leaving behind a legacy.
My mother is also a creator but in a different capacity. She created spaces where people felt loved and cared for. My mother believed that food was the building block of love. She has been a catalyst for my dreams; buying me my first leather hide she rightfully predicted I would fall in love.
On days where words failed my heavy heart, working on leather became a way I could grieve. Working with my hands and being creative was a way to physically process the pain.
This dream is more than creating bags; it is a dream of sharing a process with others. A process that started in grief and has begun a journey of creating with those I love.
Life is a journey and one that is often unexpected. We have embarked on a pilgrimage, choosing to live each day that we are given. While our products will not make your life more fulfilled, we hope we can create a quality product that can travel with you — to hold the treasures you collect along the way. Because sometimes the most profound things are the simplest. Let our journey become a part of your pilgrimage. We can't wait to be inspired by you.
The green hills enveloped us as we walked up the hillside; the sound of bells filling the air from the sheep grazing nearby. A small, warm, enthusiastic white-haired woman proudly waved the Norwegian flag at the front of our little entourage. She told us of a time when war filled the countryside with fear. Her fierce pride in her nation coloring every word. We were walking on the land our family homesteaded generations ago. A place of shared history that drew us together despite the different cultures and languages that now separated us.
I was immediately captivated by the warmth of the people and culture; it was a part of me and yet foreign to me. That trip to Mydland Norway has forever created a longing to know my heritage, recognizing the rich history I have been born into.
When thinking of a name for our company, Meadlyn instantly came to mind. Both my sister and I feel a deep connection to it as a place and a representation of the history our father has given us. It is an honor to step into the legacy our families have fought for, knowing we will never fully know what they have gone through for us.
No journey is done alone, so it only felt right to include collaborative in our name. We are passionate about collaboration and see the beauty that it brings to any endeavor.