My Betty Kay Experience

By Carlina Bjork

It was a cold October day in 2021 when I got a call from a customer who wanted to know if we were open. During that time we were still dealing with COVID worries, and we were taking appointments only during the week.  I told the customer I could come in that afternoon – it didn’t work for her so I asked “tomorrow?”  She thought about it and said “You know what, let’s meet today.”

I got to the store at the scheduled time, turned on the lights and music and a few minutes later in strides this beautiful, mystical creature. I’m really not trying to be dramatic when I say this woman was other worldly.  Her eyes were a piercing blue, her aura was translucent like a clear crystal, and she flowed around as if both her feet were an inch off the ground at all times. When she spoke to me, she looked straight into my eyes, almost deep into my soul.  What in the world is happening? I thought to myself.

She went right to our West Marin Surf Club hoodies, looking at each one even though they were all the same color. Watching her interest, I told her how we print each one by hand, rolling the black ink using a paint roller and a stencil (remember, I have no idea who this beautiful woman is here with me. If you know her art, her use of stencils is a running theme). She smiled and asked if I had more.  “Yes, sure” and I went to the back and grabbed a bin full of them.  She opened the lid like it was a gift and looked at each one, and finally said something like “I’m looking for the most perfect imperfect one.”

At the counter while getting the chosen one wrapped up for her, she asked “Can I go to my car to grab something?” I figured she forgot her wallet.  She comes back with a book and said “I knew I was supposed to bring this book with me today. Can I read you today’s passage?” She shows me the book cover, the “The Book of Awakening” by Mark Nepo. She asked if I’d heard of it, which I hadn’t. She read the passage which I’m going to most likely butcher – but in a nut shell it was about a group of caribou- I’m assuming a family, that migrates every year in the cold snowy terrain and at the end of the migration there will be wolves waiting for them. The caribou intrinsically know the wolves will be there, as it happens every year, and they know some of the caribou may be sacrificed, and it will be hard. Her voice was beautiful and I’m watching her, stunned, and pretty much figuring at this point that this is my guardian angel. At the end, she closes the book and asks, “Did that mean anything to you?” I told her that yes, it did.  I didn’t tell her how much it did, after all she may be just a mere mortal of a customer and I wasn’t going to burden her with my life stories. I just told her “I needed that, thank you.”

Who knew? Life is funny.

The real story is that at the time, I was in deep question of how I was doing as a Mother – and if I was cut out for the job. Teens are heartbreakers, right? That particular day and the day before was really hard and heartbreaking.

After she left I cried, because Betty Kay (or “call me BK” she told me when she left) was a blessing on a dark cold day. What a serendipitous thing for her to come in that day… or maybe not. I have since wondered if she knew “tomorrow” couldn’t wait. It was that day that I needed to hear a passage from that book, read out loud by that beautiful soul named Betty Kay. What the passage symbolized to me was Motherhood- we go into Motherhood perhaps gullible in thinking there won’t be challenging and heartbreaking times ahead. But deep down, intrinsically, we do know it, and we go forth anyway, because we must. Because it’s what’s meant for us; because it’s our calling. And what we find is that our lives are enriched each year, through every full circle migration that we make.

I’ve told only a handful of people about my "Betty Kay Experience." But what’s really funny is that the few people I’ve told, have their own Betty Kay experience!

Betty Kay is an ethereal being that connects people. She gives us hope through her art and through her love, all while using her mantra “In Pursuit of Magic.” Thank you, Betty Kay.

@_bettykay_

www.bettykay.com

Written by Carlina Bjork

We’ve got a lot of Verve!

It was during a girl’s trip to Santa Cruz where Sho and I stumbled upon a Verve coffee shop on 41st Ave. We sat back and watched the bustling crowd and Verve staff while waiting for the barista to make our lattes.  Everyone seemed stoked to be there. The staff was super friendly and inclusive, looking up to say hello to customers coming in and chatting with other customers while steaming milk and putting together online orders. It was Maslow-esq how the staff appeared to be well taken care of. It looked like they were family or at minimum good friends of each other’s, hanging out in a professional and busy yet chill setting. Needs met for sure. They were happy to be there, and it showed.

The shop itself was clean with glass doors, ceiling to floor windows, white walls with a few bright geometric murals, and thriving plants. It was modern and filled with natural light. Customers were chatting with each other and brunching on avocado toast, grain bowls, and coconut chia pudding.  It was a whole vibe. You know that feeling when you’re somewhere, and it feels like it's supposed to be a secret?  It's that good?  Well, this is that place. Except they make you feel like you're supposed to be there, too.

Then our lattes came... they were SO GOOD. I got a hot oatmilk latte and I forget what kind Sho got, but we both were stoked. The espresso was top quality, and the steamed milk was like silk. They take this seriously! We came back the next day for more and took the opportunity to also grab a bag of the Buena Vista dark roast coffee for our Airbnb. The description on the bag: “Chocolate, Red Apple, Maple. Great with Cream and Sugar.”  We brewed a pot the next morning and yep, solid. 

When we got home, I emailed the general wholesale account off Verve’s website. I wanted to see how to go about getting their coffee, as we really wanted to sell it at our shop and online. The immediate answer was that we probably wouldn't meet their minimum quantity requirement. At this point, I got on the phone to plead (yes, I was that into their coffee and whole vibe; I wanted in). By miracle, it turns out the Head of Sales lives locally and knew of our brand. We scheduled a call. We talked shop and after the call, she let me know that she was excited to work with us.  She came by our store, seemed to fall in love with our whole vibe (we’re vibin’!), and now we carry Verve coffee! You’re welcome!

Stop by our shop to grab a can of chilled oatmilk latte, coffee beans, or a box of instant coffee. Speaking of, we tried the instant coffee- just as great as drip and perfect for on the go and/or van life. All is available on our website too.

P.S. Small world! Turns out that Baker Carrol, Head of RTD (Ready to Drink) at Verve is friends with some of our Team Riders down in Santa Cruz, too. We love how integrated the whole Santa Cruz surf community is. Good peeps for sure! Baker is an amazing photographer and surfer. Check him out on IG @bakercarrol

I have to admit that when we started OCN Culture in 2017, I was not thrilled at all. At the time, I had a job in the mortgage industry (which is often a thankless place to be) but I had finally hit the jack pot when it came to finding rad bosses and a team who really valued me. So I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the thought of a side hustle. “Why are we throwing this into the mix of our already crazy lives?  We have two kids, a mortgage, demanding jobs,” I asked my husband Jeff, and went on with “T-shirts?  This is ludicrous.” Jeff looked at me and said, “I need this.” What he meant was that he needed a creative outlet. He has this creative side that needs tapping into, and surf culture has been a part of his life since before he was born as he was bred from a rich history of Hawaiian Culture. I on the other hand, don’t have a creative bone in my body but I’ve always had a hustle mentality. I begrudgingly agreed to help make things happen operationally – as long as it was fun.

We enlisted our two best friends Dan & Sho as Partners and pitched it as a fun thing to do together. As always, they were down for an adventure. Another good friend who is a Brand Strategist & Creative Consultant helped us come up with a couple variations of our logo. We bought T-shirt samples from multiple vendors, tried them on, and through process of elimination we honed it down to the final two which we thought were best fitting. All of this happened over beers and hanging out –  four best friends, doing what we always did on weekends, but now also laughing at each other while trying on T-shirts.

Then, we bought and printed on way too many T-shirts.  Like…. way too many – a stupid amount of them. Way too many colors of shirts and way too many varying logo placements and colors of print.  We laugh at it now, because we still have some of those shirts lying around and it’s actually embarrassing.  They aren’t a good representation of our standards now, so they literally just sit there.  We don’t even feel comfortable giving them away as freebies. We will figure out something; Jeff recently used one to make a flag to hang outside of our shop.

Going back to those crazy stupid T-shirts – as we were choosing them and trying them on, from my recollection, none of us thought about the fabric or where it was made.  It didn’t even cross my mind. For me at the time, if a T-shirt (or jeans or anything else) made me “look good,” I would buy it at any cost. But I was never that person who was turning things inside out to see what it was made of, or where it was made. I was oblivious and I must admit, it was easier that way. After all, it wasn’t my problem to solve, right?

Well, now we know that it’s a problem which we should help solve. This is why we have committed to going 100% organic (or worst case organic + eco-friendly), sustainable, non-toxic dyes, and only work with partners who fairly treat and pay their employees. For now, that means we have all our apparel (which is now more than just T-shirts) made for us locally in California or other states in the USA. And it will be this way until we can do our full, due diligence to see if we even feel comfortable with out-sourcing to any other country.

We’re still a baby in this game. I feel my head being patted “Just wait. You will learn… You will learn of all of the scaling challenges, and you will learn to compromise.”  But this is the thing: We are already compromising. Organic + sustainable = higher prices that many customers cannot (or do not want to) pay. Our retail prices really should be higher – we know that, in fact the feel of our shirts have been compared to those of James Perse. But we feel like that’s our problem to solve. It’s not our customers’ problem that we’re growing, trying to do the right thing, creating products that are high quality and stylish too (sometimes organic clothing can get a little “crunchy”), and that scaling is a challenge for us. So as I beg the question “Does Anyone Even Care?” I am also answering that it doesn’t really matter if they do or don’t.  We will find a way to make this work. We simply feel that it’s the right thing to do… on so many levels. 

The End

P.S. Please, feel free to leave a comment!  We would love to hear from you. And if you have any resources that you'd like to share, please do! For those who want to go down the organic cotton-sustainable-nontoxic-fair wages rabbit hole of apparel, please reach out for some resources to get you started. 

 

 

From left to right: Dan, Sho, Jeff, Carlina (Partners and best friends for life)

 

From left to right:  Jeff’s Grandfather and his friends in Oahu, Hawaii.

 

Jeff’s flag made out of one of our “crazy stupid” T-shirts

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