. Before Marigold Mustang: A Story of Wanderlust .
Before Marigold Mustang, there was just the two of us — two friends with worn-in backpacks, curious hearts, and a hunger for the unknown. Our journey began in the humming streets of Buenos Aires, and from there, the world unfolded like a patchwork quilt of colour, culture, and memory.
We crossed South America by bus — thirty-hour rides that carried us from one wonder to the next. The endless white salt flats stretched out like another planet, and then, up in Bolivia’s La Paz, we wandered the witches’ markets, captivated by the kaleidoscope of stones, jewels, and hand-knit llama jumpers. The Inca Trail became one of our greatest triumphs, leading us to Ecuador’s Montañita — a coastal town stitched forever into our hearts, where sunsets melted into the sea and fish tacos tasted like magic.
There was the Amazon too — nights spent in a remote hut surrounded by pink dolphins, piranhas, and the watchful eyes of tarantulas. Then Colombia, where we set sail from Cartagena to Panama, three days at sea through the San Blas Islands coconuts spiked with rum in hand. Women paddled up in wooden canoes, selling beaded bracelets, while we feasted on lobster caught fresh from the water.
In Mexico, we fell for the bright, joyful embroidery that still inspires our designs. In Lisbon, it was the tiles — streets and walls shimmering with patterns that felt like poetry. Marrakech was a fever dream — a maze of souks where we lost ourselves among jewels and trinkets, before riding camels into the Sahara, sleeping beneath a blanket of stars, and waking to the sun rising over Algeria.
Spain was where the universe surprised us most. We fell in love with the country, and also — in a small hostel in San Sebastián — with the two travellers who would later become our husbands. The French countryside gave us a pause, a chance to sip wine with family and breathe deeply. London welcomed us with history and heritage — a homecoming for Holly. And then, Turkey swept us back into adventure, sailing its southern coves with the boys we had met in Spain, enchanted by villages, beaches, and the rhythm of life at sea.
Everywhere we went, we gathered something — colours, textures, a way of seeing the world. All of it stitched together became the fabric of Marigold Mustang: a brand shaped by freedom, romance, and the spirit of discovery.
Before there were collections, there was this story. A story of friendship, of falling in love, of finding inspiration in the faraway — and of weaving those moments into something we could carry with us always.
And now, each piece we create is designed to carry you on your own adventures — wherever the journey may take you. xx
