When you are passionate about something long enough, they say it’s in your blood. As long as I can remember I have loved  leather—good saddle leather—and good tack. I guess you could say it’s in my blood.

My background has a mix of architecture, equestrian, and alpine sports. These three passions merged in the mountains of Jackson Hole over a quarter of a century ago.  It is here in Jackson that I assumed my greatest self—“momager” for my two children, family, many four legged animals, and homes to house the menagerie. As I was living life on the move, wearing many hats and juggling the demands of a mountain mom, I found I needed a bag I could count on to ease my plight. It had to be a bag with elegance that could go with me anywhere,  yet practical enough to carry all my survival tools to get me through a normal day of chaos. I also needed a bag that could be as durable as my tack and as supple as my chaps, but not look like a prop from an old west movie.

As they say, “necessity is the mother of invention”. Since I couldn’t find a bag in the marketplace that could live up to my demands, I set up to make my own.  So down in my basement, after everyone was asleep and "momager" was off-duty, the first Copperdot bags were born. I learned some basic skills from watching saddle makers repair my tack over the years. The design evolved with a few basic criteria: high quality, simple, beautiful enough to go anywhere, and posses the ability to become a silent partner who sits on the car seat next to me, freeing my hands up and allowing me to move through my day unencumbered.

My background has a mix of architecture, equestrian, and alpine sports. These three passions merged in the mountains of Jackson Hole over a quarter of a century ago.  It is here in Jackson that I assumed my greatest self—“momager” for my two children, family, many four legged animals, and homes to house the menagerie. As I was living life on the move, wearing many hats and juggling the demands of a mountain mom, I found I needed a bag I could count on to ease my plight. It had to be a bag with elegance that could go with me anywhere,  yet practical enough to carry all my survival tools to get me through a normal day of chaos. I also needed a bag that could be as durable as my tack and as supple as my chaps, but not look like a prop from an old west movie.

Yes, I love good leather—the look, the feel, the smell. I love to design and build things. But even more, I love it when I see a friend with a Copperdot Bag, and it’s all broken in, and has become entirely integrated with her life…She exclaims, “I love my bag”… And it shows! My heart soars! Let me build a bag for you to love!