Indigo & Cotton is situated on this really picturesque street in South Carolina. How do I know? I'VE BEEN THERE. I was faded off of grits and various other amazing breakfast foods that I had eaten earlier at a really charming little farm-to-table restaurant. The grits down south are so fucking good, you guys. Sometimes I think about planning trips around just getting to eat grits down south because my life is sad. Anyways, Indigo & Cotton is doing their part to create well-rounded consumers by selling some dope pottery. Listen, all the houseplants and ethnic rugs in the world don't mean shit if you still got some budget ass Ikea mismatched fucked up dishware and ephemera. Put a succulent in this bad boy or fill it with all the pins and bracelets and weird accessories that we're always trying to convince you guys to buy.
