Monthly Archives: March 2015

Flashback Friday: Motocamping in the Great Smoky Mountains

Last July, my brothers and I went motocamping in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

I load up my Harley

seth gray packing his harley

Ben and Nathanael pack their Harley and Victory, respectively. About noon, we ride South, down to the Great Smoky Mountains. Not much better than motocamping in the mountains. Ben and I probably should’ve gotten new front tires first. But here we are. Still alive. Whew.

three guys on motorcycles

It’s sunny and about 80 degrees. Beautiful ride. We stop for gas and food just south of Cincinnati. And Nathanael’s new-to-him bike wouldn’t start. He Read More…

Foggy morning

It was foggy out there at 5am. So foggy, in fact, the schools are on a two-hour delay. More time to hang out with Lily, Benjamin, and Cohen, I guess. Foster doesn’t really care, except that the “bus time” alarm on my phone still goes off at the normal time. He runs around, as usual, yelling “buth tieeeeem! Buth tieeeeem! Ninyee!” (Lily) “Koh-ehn” (Cohen) and “Ben-juh-miiiiin” (Benjamin).

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But it was Read More…

On Ethical Consumption. Or: what Made in America means

Seth and I had the extreme discomfort of being in Las Vegas a few weeks back. We immediately sought out the nearest Harley and escaped into the surrounding deserts to make these videos.

Seth and I had the extreme discomfort of being in Las Vegas a few weeks back. I hate Vegas. Sorry, World, I’m just not a Vegas girl. So, we immediately sought out the nearest Harley dealer, rented a bike and escaped into the surrounding deserts to make these videos.

Custom Leather Briefcase: How to Make them Last Longer then You.

Custom Leather Passport Wallet: Gorgeous and Functional.

Slim Leather Card Wallet: Super Tough and Just the Right Size

Custom Leather Wallet: For the Dudes Only

Unfortunately, for you all – the man is not for sale. But you can find his goodies here on Beauty and the Biker’s Etsy shop. We’re working on a ladies’ line. Stay tuned for that.

xoxo,

Alaina
This morning I got up an hour or so earlier than normal, wondering what “Made in America” really means. I got dressed, made coffee and went out to the cars to look for the thermos I’ve been using for coffee this winter– found it for $1.99 at the thrift store. Totally bit it on the ice instead. One of those slow motion falls, where you know it’s coming, but you do all those fancy dance moves to prolong the idiocy keep from falling.

Thermos wasn’t in the car anyway. But my sweatshirt was. A black American Apparel hoodie. Made in America. Hmm.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what Made in America or Made in USA means lately. Why made in America matters to me. Why made in America matters to Read More…

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