Remember how you told your girl you wanted to go camping this fall? You described it as if the two of you were the models in a Kinfolk magazine editorial. She’d be wearing really tight jeans despite the lack of mobility they offer as the two of you scramble over rocks on that perfectly overcast beach. You smell like burnt cedar and she smells like she always does. Yeah, that was a perfect idea. Too bad in the months since all you’ve taken her on is a pretty decent prix fixe and that one "picnic" you planned that only had a baguette a gallon of Carlo Rossi. We all know you aren’t gonna go camping when it’s, like, 45 degrees out, but you could get this rustic and romantic ass blanket that includes a leather carrying strap. It’s all about smoke and mirrors, homie.