We love our funky iPhone cases, vibrant water bottles, and special sleeves for tablets and laptops. These are the little treasures that make the humdrum, the daily grind, the hustle, if you will, slightly more special. We are people, and we love our stuff. As a millennial (Hi, my name is Rebecca, and I’m a millennial woman), I’ll admit I especially adore my workaday accouterments. There are few things sweeter than a fresh Moleskin notebook with 120+ pages, soon to be soaked in scrawlings of my thoughts, dreams, feelies, and bleak grocery lists. Creature comforts like these are what make #desklife and #sweatlife aka #swamplife feel a little more dignified, a little more special. There's something oddly comforting about modifying these utterly ordinary “necessities” of ours. This version of redecorating, or modification with a little flair, is a key actor in the polypropylene heartbeat of our SCOUT Bags body. This is to say that, even if it's down to the last, dusty brown bag, we'll find a way to "celebrate life's colorful adventures," by Jove. Now, who’s ready to talk lunchboxes?
Whether you’re living in a big city-swamp, the burbs, or the boonies, ladies need someone to have their back. Who are the ladies? Obvi, we’re the ladies. You need someone to hold all your junk while you’re getting after it, OR fold itself into a pocket square and fade into the forever midnight when it’s not wanted. So, get you a bag—pardon, a backpack, that can do both!
Okay, ladies, we all know “wellness” isn’t just about barre-lates-crank-core-blast-regimen-detox. Wellness can include binge-watching West World while you knit a shawl or bake a fabulous, tomato cheddar pie. Wellness can even be as simple as showering regularly or getting the mail from the mailbox. Wellness is also going for a long run, cranking strong female vocalists, and generating so many endorphins your soul briefly leaves your body and flies to heaven. Regardless of flying logistics, we at SCOUT HQ want to give you a vehicle that transports your wellness tools wherever life takes you. So, sit back in child’s pose, crack open an ice cold kombucha, and inhale SCOUT’s latest What’s in the Bag: the Fit Kit (you're welcome for the sneak peak of Fall 2018 patterns).
Time to wake up and smell the wet, hot garbage. Summer is coming in hotsy totsy, Washington. So, gird your face wipes, baby powder, and Evian spray, because it's about to get real hot and sticky up in the Swamp. If you’re an average gal who starts dumping sweat the moment the temperature breaks 60 degrees, like me, then you’re also plagued with the looming anxiety of staying relatively “fresh” over the course of the next 4 months...
Spring. Alive. Awakening. Baby animals. Birth. Bloom. Blossom. Born. Bright. Bunny. Cheerful. Change. Clean. Crisp. Delightful. Daisy. Daffodil. Duckling. Eggs. Flower. Fresh. Garden. Grass. Grow. Happy. Hatch. Hyacinth. Iris. Incredible. Joyful. Light. Lovely. LITTLE TRIPPER... Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there. You caught me doing a little exercise us writers do, called “word association.” I’ve got spring on the brain, in case you couldn’t tell, and I think I was having an A-Ha Moment (blessed be Oprah). We have a triple threat coming up this Sunday with Easter, Deb’s Birthday, and April Fool’s Day. My heavens, how can we possibly cover them all? We can’t! So, we won’t. It would be so long winded, and the children would cry. We want the children to smile, and if there’s one person who can make the children smile, it’s our in-house birthday girl, Deborah Waterman Johns. You want your children to smile, right? Of course, right!
A wise man once said, “Oh oh oh oh it's international love. You're international, so international.” Some of you may know this man as “Mr. Worldwide” or “Mr. 305.” I prefer to call him by his birth name, “Pitbull.” I can’t think of a more fitting quotation for our spring break remix of “What’s in the Bag." Come fly with me and our resident travel-bae’s, Laura Doherty and Charlotte Allen. They’ve crammed their Overpacker’s with all sorts of essentials for their trips to Dubai and Miami, respectively. What a time to be alive. Prepare for liftoff.
I’m an old-fashioned girl, I believe in romance. Who doesn’t like being wined and dined by a local suitor, going for a moonlit jaunt around the National Mall, and bequeathed a solitary rose at the end of the night? In spite of my Swift-ian reverence for romance, I bah-humbug my way through February, scoff at every Zales commercial, and eye-roll down the Walgreens candy aisle. Recently, Valentine's Day hasn’t really been my bag. This year, however, something made me change my tune. I’ve denounced my Scrooge-y convictions to become a Valentine pundit. If you’re like me and long to be moved by the V-Day spirit, let Deb Waterman Johns be your guide. Watch out. She’s about to twirl on you, Valentine’s haters.
*No, roses, actually. I, like bae-Chris Harrison, will be forever triggered by rose bestowing of any kind.
We couldn’t be more stoked to shred into 2018 like a fresh pow. We intend to feel refreshed, re-energized and reorganized. Several of our Team members have written testimonials about what’s in their...bins! Yep, bins. If you didn’t know we had storage, well, now you do. Congrats! Don’t worry, this isn’t a sermon about “new year, new you,” or a making SCOUT part of your list of resolutions (not suggesting you have to have any, but you get the gist). This isn’t a resolution.
We all know December can be a little intense, or "so extra," as the millennials say. Do you have a dormant sensation of heartburn, onset by all the cured meats and blue cheeses you've been hoovering at post-work cocktail parties? Is your gout flaring up? Does holiday shopping trigger images of yourself, literally lighting money on fire? Have you recently experienced any rage blackouts? If you’d answer “yes” to any of these questions, then you may have a case of the December Scaries/winter doldrums/Mercury in retrograde.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving and all things caloric, we're donning our bonnets and aprons and serving up a triple feature. We spoke with our beloved, In-Store Brand Merchandising Manager, Christine Motsco and Sarah Ashton Clark, Wholesale Regional Sales Manager for the Southeast, South and West. They're sharing the secret to doing it all with their bags Hot Date's (oh la la).