I’m on an Aer Lingus flight back from Ireland. My co-founder Joanne and I were honored to be hosted for our travels by Enterprise Ireland, the government-funded business development organization. They were hoping we would discover some Irish products to launch to the US market.
We earned our keep; our Irish friends can rest assured we spent their tax dollars (Euros) wisely. We’ve sent the summary of about 15-20 finds back to the home team to start investigating. (Tough work if you can get it.)
Joanne commented, “We have to be careful or Daily Grommet is going to look like Daily IRISH Grommet if we don’t space these cool finds out.”
Here’s a random photo gallery of our trip.
I bought a couple products at this terrific Dublin shop, Designist, featuring affordable European home product innovations.
I had no idea that some of the items I bought at Designist were designed and manufactured by this pair of entrepreneurs from Shanghai, now living on the northside of Dublin. It was only when attending a trade event, Showcase Ireland, that I made the connection. How refreshing! The Chinese people I knew when I lived in Dublin were largely students. Some of them are obviously settling right in, a few years later. This is a huge sea change for Ireland. It was so homogenous when I first lived there that when I saw a black, Asian or overweight person I automatically assumed they were a visiting American.
One of the things I struggled with regarding Irish craft during my residency in Dublin (2001-5) was the aesthetic. The materials and techniques were gorgeous. But the vibe was kind of 1970’s tourist for some of the bigger producers. It was hard to understand, given the very contemporary sensibilities of Irish people. Thus I was really happy to see this man applying wonderful Irish wools and knitting techniques to some great modern menswear. (This scarf is better in person…not leopard printy!)
This black box is not a mistake. It was supposed to be a picture of us with the President of Ireland. He was scheduled to speak at noon on Sunday at the show. At 11:40 we started looking for the assigned room. We were told…”Oh he’s just after finishing. He did it early. You can probably find him walking around the show.” That was true. We never did find President Higgins, but we found an official photographer who showed us shots of him mixing and mingling. No Secret Service. Just the Pres rambling about, having a chat here and there. Alas, Joanne’s visions of a very stunning and impressive Facebook post were dashed. All we have is this black box.
My very favorite Irish brand is Avoca, founded in 1723. It is one of the oldest continuously operating manufacturers in the world. It’s known for its woven blankets, and wonderful fashion, but it’s also a dynamic retailer, and a superb restaurant operator. In my estimation, contemporary companies like Anthropologie–as great as they are–are only copying Avoca. It’s the original. Thus, I was very thrilled to meet one of the company’s family members, Ivan Pratt from Avoca.
I wanted to buy this blanket for my sister. He joked, “That blanket. It’s a classic. We call it No. 7. It put me through college. I think my parents could have used that money more wisely, but I will always be grateful for this auld blanket.”
Avoca is so inspirational to me. Their cafes are full of delicious, freshly prepared food. Joanne and I had to visit TWICE to have this berry compote served with greek yogurt and an amazing homemade granola loaded with bits of citrus and big fat nuts. Alas, Avoca does not sell it outside of the cafes. If they ever do, it is a Grommet for sure. I owe it to my countrymen.
And I solved a personal decorating dilemma at the Avoca cafe–how to cover some huge windows in a family room that have been annoyingly bare since they were added in 1998. (I can be crazy patient about doing “without”—until I see what I want. Then I go on a tear.) This simple use of fairy lights is going right into my home, possibly covered with some thin filmy voile to create a bit of mystery.
No visit to Ireland is complete without a misty mountain walk. This was taken at Glendalough.
Finally, at Dublin airport, Joanne commented: “This is the only country in the world where they would be sampling whiskey right out in the corridor, free for the taking.” (The woman was a Duty Free shop worker who was quite nice but we had to prod her to smile. This was the best crooked grimace she could manage. Not the usual Irish response.)
I am NOT sharing the photos of our late nights with friends new and old. But they were plenty! That is the true treasure of Ireland. Its social life and its sociable population are my favorite “products” of the land.