Barn Days: the creak of a screen door and the smell of hay.
A classic red barn stands under a wide sky, painted in the warm, faded tones of a photograph that has spent forty years in the family album. Nothing is polished here on purpose, because a working barn never was. The lettering is simple and upright, built to read clearly from across a field.
For the ones who spent summers in a barn loft, learned to drive on a dirt track, and still feel at home around livestock and machinery. A natural fit for flannel, denim and anyone who would rather be outside than anywhere else.
