We love spending our days outdoors. Whether we are exploring the ocean, hiking through the woods, or sketching in the park, we are sure to have our Peg and Awl bags close at hand. Handmade by our small team of skilled craftspeople in our workshop in Philadelphia, each bag is constructed with durable waxed canvas and sustainably-sourced vegetable tanned leather. They are perfect for toting all your summer adventure essentials. So load ’em up and go exploring!

The Seaside Tote	The Sendak Artist Roll

Waxed Canvas Tote	The Finch Satchel

Weekender	Olde-Fashioned Tree Swing

For most of my life I’ve carried things to keep me occupied – often in the form of books. They offered entertainment when I was stuck in a line or arrived somewhere early – which I always did. I was pleased to be lost in a story or scribbling in a journal – unaware of the wait.

When the idea for The Sendak took hold, I was excited at the thought of bringing more organized ‘things to do’ on outings.

After a year of Sendak making and many requests, we decided to make a Sendak Mini! Since then, we’ve been cutting and stitching both Sendaks all day long. I am often asked which is my favourite...

The Classic If you are a colour lover who always has to add just one more to the take pile, the classic Sendak is the one for you! Plus you can fit sketchbooks, watercolour sets and more. The classic Sendak can carry either a light load or heavy haul!	The Mini If you are a minimalist who likes to keep your life simple and organized, I’d suggest the mini. The pens slots are slightly wider, and can fit fountain pens, as well as your old standbys. And it rolls as well as it folds!

In the Wild

We’ve been delighted to see everyone sharing their Sendaks in the wild and are psyched to share some of the amazing artists + makers who have put theirs to good use!

Don’t forget to #pegandawl so we can share yours!

Mini Sendak by Andrea Durfee @andreadurfee	Sendak Mini by Greenleaf & Blueberry @greenleafblue

Classic Sendak by papermademedoit @papermademedoit	Mini Sendak by Catharine Mi-Sook @catharinemisook

Mini Sendak by Art Suitcase @artsuitcase	Classic Sendak by Kyle Hilton @kylehiltonillo

     There is something about unearthing a thing with your own dirty paws that transforms the simplest of objects into pure magic.

     As we drove past Amish farms and families, on our way to the Amethyst Field (part of a private Amish farm) in Lancaster early Saturday morning in post-rain-perfection, my mind wandered to The Foundlings Collection that we were launching 3 hours from then. We passed horses and buggies, families dressed in black and white, and a very tiny Mennonite school established in the 1800s. Everything was simple and beautiful and open, and the earth smelled clean and loved. It could have been 1919—except for our car and Aldous Harding singing. As we wandered through the Amish community I wondered if any parents or grandparents of the very people we were passing had painted any of the animals and plants and creatures we were celebrating, since they were made 100+ years ago, in this very area. I wanted to ask someone, but I thought it would be intrusive, so we passed through.

     We arrived at the farm that glorious overcast morning and parked in the alfalfa field by the Delaware Mineralogical Society's makeshift cardboard sign. When we stepped onto the freshly plowed and rained-upon field with our antique tools (which had been left in our new old house by the family before us, or the family before them), the earth fairly sparkled with purple gems—but we didn’t see them yet. First you must clear your expectations, then comes a finding, and soon enough, you can’t not see them. Within a few hours our Hunter Satchels were brimming with earthly magic: Amethyst, Smokey Quartz, regular Quartz, Feldspar, and mystery minerals.

     We gathered with some families from Open Connections and within a few hours everyone was sitting in the muddy fields chattering and inspecting their finds. By the time the sun broke through the clouds, Søren and Silas were thirsty and hungry, so we walked back to the alfalfa field where they sat in the trunk of the Subaru and ate lunch. I headed back to the field to retrieve a forgotten antique and found a few groups of determined treasure hunters who remained, one of which found the biggest Amethyst of the day—had Amethyst fever, and couldn't stop searching. Another group was digging a trench that looked more intentional than the rest of the holes scattered throughout the field. I asked about their digging—it turns out they are part of the Friends of Mineralogy, Penna Chapter, and, like so many geologists and rock lovers we’ve encountered, they were happy to share their knowledge. They told me about saddles and folds and intersecting ditches, but, being foundationless in this complex science, the information trickled through me like the dirt through so many sieves that morning.

     I returned to Søren and Silas, who were not bored as I feared, but hanging out with the other boys. We set off for home, covered in dirt, (after stopping for ice-cream of course) where we were greeted by Walter, also covered in dirt (from our garden-to-be) who photographed us as we tooth-brushed our finds.

Postscript: I posted this on Instagram @thebrotherskent and on FB and received a lot of questions (public and private) about the site. This is private land, and the family was kind enough to share it. I would recommend you look into mineralogical societies near you. There are chapters all over the US, and they are amazing resources! The PA and DE chapter cost $25 per family for a year. There are many field trips and educational meetings. Links are above!