Cedar & Salt

Started with a stack of fog-colored cloth

Cedar & Salt began in a rented loft above a hardware store, with a washing machine that ran almost every night and a folding table that doubled as a desk. We were not trying to open a shop. We were trying to find linen that felt right in a house that never quite dries out: heavy enough for a draft, light enough for a gray August, dyed in colors borrowed from kelp, driftwood, and the sky over the strait.

Neighbors started asking where the napkins came from. Then the mugs. Then the cedar blocks we kept in the closet so the cloth smelled like a porch after rain. In 2022 we took a street-level room on Water Street, put the worktable in the back, and opened the door on Fridays. We still wash every lot ourselves. We still refuse to call this a lifestyle brand.

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What we will not sell

We do not run a kitchen. There is tea on the back counter if you are folding samples, but the shop is for linens, stoneware, and the small objects that live beside them. If you want dinner, there are plenty of places down the hill.

Catalog orders leave the same room. We wrap in brown paper and cotton twine, slip in a restock note if a new dye lot is coming, and walk the parcels to the post office before the fog burns off. Come by Friday through Sunday, or write us and we will send a swatch.