Handmade goods to accompany you on your grand adventures.
Who We Are
We are a "mom & pop" shop in Rathdrum, a small town in northern Idaho. All of the handmade goods shared here have been constructed in our home studio- each piece made carefully by hand. We are a husband & wife team with the added bonus of 3 sweet babes: Tucker, Penelope & Shepherd. It’s a lot of hard work, hustle, & late nights to keep this shop crankin’ while raising & homeschooling our sweet crew but we’re here for it! It’s such a joy to make & repurpose & we wouldn’t wish for any other life for our fam.
What We Do
At Watson & Mayberry, we take pride in constructing neat, handmade goods from primarily repurposed materials. Each of our pieces has a story to tell- remnants of its own past having been reshaped & molded here in our home to go back out & continue shining but in a new way. Our goods are one-of-a-kind & small batch, each constructed with care & thoughtfully packaged for their journey to you.
We can only hope that when opportunity comes-a-knockin’, you’re brave enough to answer. We’ll hold your chap stick for you.
The Story
“Watson adored Mayberry the very moment they met. A simple moment it was, but 2 lifetimes it would change. Together they fell in love fast but they chose to fall in love long as well. Old souls but unafraid to leave their creature comforts, they embarked on a lifetime of adventure & swore to one another that their story would be one for the ages. One of passion, adventure, & void of regret. Home would be wherever their hands could touch. They were driven by urgency of the knowledge that they’d only get one lifetime with the ones they loved. Thus they knew that the most dreadful of all things to waste would be time.
Together they embarked & together they journeyed, all the time gathering stories & tokens of their travels. In one instance, an intricate doily, handmade by the dearest of women they met @ a quaint bed & breakfast they’d return to many times. Another time it was a cowhide bomber jacket in the richest leather & most perfect shade of cowboy brown that they scooped up at the rodeo that one weekend. Though all these things were simply that: “things,” they held priceless memories. They could only hope that as their days drew to a close, the significance of such items, the history, could live on in some new, grand way.“
