Happy Thanksgiving from boysenberry

Thanksgiving 2013

Happy Thanksgiving from Boysenberry: Just a quick post to wish all of you the Best Thanksgiving Ever.



from, “Ceremonials of Common Days”

by Abbie Graham

Fleece Hats: 7 Siblings Please come see me at the store this weekend. I’ll be at the store Friday, Saturday and Sunday 10-4

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I have been making different versions of this simple hat for years

Over the years it has taken on a symbolism for me that is about my siblings and me: 6 girls and my brother, bless him. I am often thinking about us 7 when I am making these hats. After about 300 adjustments to get this hat just right and an uncounted number of hats that I have made over the years, I finally settled on a style that satisfies a need for me to honor us.  It now begin with 7 Squares as the base and then I play around with the colors, fabric the brims.  We are all grown up now but remain close in a way that I feel only a gaggle of kids can be, the feeling remains even into adulthood.

So here’s to us: Ann, Carol, Scott, Beth, Laura, Clare and Kristin.




New Look for boysenberry

Fleece Vests for Women

I am so excited about my beautifully redesigned website. Please take a look and let us know what you think. We’ve added a bunch of new styles and have new colors are on the way. Winter in coming and here in Vermont: we had our first little snow this morning. We have a great selection of Polartec fleece Vests and matching hats to get you started.

Peace, Beth

A Farrington Story

At some point in our childhood, we divided the seven siblings into two sub groups. The Big Kids: Ann, Carol & Scott, and the Little Kids: Laura, Clare & Kristin. Being the 4th and middle child I think I floated between the two, first I was a little but because I was 3 years older then Laura, I became a big at some point.

The Little Kids were little and mostly did little kid stuff. The Big Kids were bigger and they didn’t play Barbies anymore, or participate in our endless rehearsals of musical shows that were never performed, they played sports, babysat and had friends that we didn’t know.

The 3 Big Kids were all born in South Bend Indiana while my father was in college. They knew the Farrington family, who my family still very close to, and who were always a bit of a mystery to me. The Farringtons came to see us one summer when I was about 11 and I think my eyes were popping out of my head the whole time.  The house was full of a different kind of energy that week: an echo, I think now, from a time when my  parents were still kids themselves. The Farringtons lived on a different level: there was a lot more conflict, drama, activity and noise swirling around them than was normal in our home.

The parents, Alice & Wayne, had a son & 3 beautiful daughters who all had, to my preteen ears, weird nicknames. The girls   wore make-up! and short shorts!, they fussed with each other and talked back parents way more than we would have ever been able to get away with. I didn’t really bond with the kids, although I thought they were truly amazing, they were Big Kids and out of my league at the time.

I recall Alice in constant motion, never a dull moment, rarely silent, running the show and doing it well. And today I am thinking particularly about Wayne Farrington, who sadly passed away this week, as a man with a permanent expression of mischief, a gleam in his eye, a little smile, and a certain elfish way he held his head that it seemed to me he was always quietly thinking up his next prank…I don’t really know if the was his personality or not, but that is how I will always remember him.

Gone Fishing

We Frocks lived on a beautiful property which because of a sequence of unfortunate events was sold out from under us one summer. It has become a sort of sacred memory place and we now call The Valley House. A sublime spot for summer play, trees to climb, fields to roam, a creek where we did the usual mud pie making, tadpole, salamander and frog catching and a pond that my dad used to skim the glop off of, (I have no idea why), and sometimes we would fish.

I remember one evening we kids were all out there fishing with Dad and I decided to try some fly fishing with a rod that was basically a stick with some fishing line. What happened was that the hook went flying through the air stuck right into my fathers arm. All the kid chatter stopped, total silence, time stood still, and I had a moment of utter terror, unable to begin to imagine what was going to happen next. Dad, in his typical fashion, simply pulled the hood from his bicep and says to me “That will be enough of that”.

My relief was immeasurable.

To this day I can’t go fishing without remembering that event.   Even if it’s just another fish story, sometime the simplest moments become epic in our minds.

Summer Days with my Siblings

As the 4th of July holiday approaches I am thinking about the games we 7 siblings played as children, living at the end of a court where the other families had a brood of kids, mostly 4 or more. Never lacking playmates, we spent the hot Maryland days playing outside: kick ball, tether ball and hosing each other off as well a various ongoing pretending and story making.

I remember one scenario where we put a blanket in the yard and pretended we were in the ocean on a raft. In my memory we spent hours imagining we were afloat, tossing in the waves, rescuing someone who fell in, pretending to swim, landing on a dessert island, I don’t remember that we ever got rescued and don’t think we were lost or shipwrecked.

I’m guessing now that it was not actually hours, after all how many ways can a group of kids, but maybe my memory is accurate. We moved through our world without a sense of purpose, any feeling of urgency, or any pressure to be anything. We were just a bunch of kids on summer vacation, playing. The best kind of childhood ever.




As I was creating this hat I started thinking about the days before fleece was invented by Malden Mills/Polartec® and how this and other fabric inventions have changed fashion. Does anyone remember those tights we had to wear in the winter? The ones that didn’t stay up. On my stick thin elementary age body the crotch would creep down half way to my knees taking my underwear along with them. This was before spandex was added to everything. I remember a constant struggle to keep this from happening.

Part of the problem may have been that I was the third daughter and thus these tights were double hand me downs which was the story of my younger years. When I was a teenager and had my own money I went a little crazy buying new clothes.

Blue by Me

On this cold & raining Thursday, I offer a look at a Polartec® Windpro® wind proof  water repellent hat, perfect for a Vermont day in June where one has to crank up the furnace because it’s 55 degrees inside!

I recently resigned from the school board that my kids attend and I felt a bit like a quitter. Today I woke thinking of a rainy day card game we used to play as kids called Shanghai , my kids play a similar one called 7 Crowns, (actually 5 Crowns but I’m into Seven right now…). We played it a lot, mostly sisters Clare, Laura & Kristin and I. One day I think I was loosing multiple games and quit in the middle of a game, after which I took endless flack for being a quitter, (and I do mean endless because they still rib me about it from time to time).

My blue phase….

As I continue to try to find a life in the blogging world, and my new obsession with the 7 Siblings hats, I’ve been looking around at hats from the past. I especially enjoyed the Vintage Fashion Guild history of woman’s hats. I was reminded of all the time we spent as kids playing dress ups, somehow we thought we were the elegant ladies from some unknown era, when actually we were probably wearing my mother bridesmaid casts offs. I do recall a certain amount of Queenly behavior and the theme often being a Cinderella story.

I seem to be in a little blue period with my hats right now. This was was made with Polartec® which I purchased through Mill Direct Textiles. I used the wrong site of the printed fabric to create a little piping-ish edge at the top of the brim.

To the Power of Seven

We Frock kids were a gaggle of seven and as children I think we traveled the world as a force unto our selves. These hats are a tribute to those years, to my siblings and our family. We are all grown up now with smaller gaggles of our own but for me those crazy childhood years are in every breath I take. Recently I found myself thinking of a hat as the 7 siblings hat. I’ve been making versions of this hat for years and it never seems to get stale for me or my customers. After many mutations this hat now begins with 7 squares, a circle and a couple of bands to form the brim. Always fascinated with color and texture I’m playing around with inside/outside~right side/wrong side with this group of fleece hats. I’m thinking to do a group of 7 named after each one of us: Ann, Carol, Scott, Beth, Laura, Kristin, Clare the collector addition or some such silly thing… This is just the beginning, I don’t know what the evolution will be but keep posted for Frock stories to follow. Peace, Beth