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100% recycled
Composition 20% recycled wool and 80% recycled acrylic

Every year, around 92 million tons of textile waste are generated. Our jerseys recover these materials to give them a new life.

We tell you how we make the sweaters

Recycling in Olot (Girona)
Yarn in Sabadell (Vallès Occidental)
Woven and made in Igualada (Barcelona)

Washing: You can wash it by hand (with cold water) or in the washing machine (maximum 30 degrees).
We recommend turning it upside down to prevent it from forming balls.

Drying: Avoid tumble drying. Simply leave it out to air dry.

Ironing: Avoid touching the fabric with the iron, only steam from a distance.

Grandma Pia
Text by Maria Arimany

When I grow up, I want to be like Grandma Pia. I want to live near the forest and go out looking for mushrooms in the fall and asparagus in the spring. I want to be able to say that bad weather is coming because my knees hurt and I want to sit by the fire and crochet, knitting stitches, one after the other, without thinking about anything, just knit, purl, knit, purl, knit, purl. Sometimes I think that if all the stitches Grandma has knitted had been done one after the other, like a little chain, I could go around the world and tie a bow on top, like a present. When I grow up, I want to be like Grandma Pia and not care about the wrinkles that run across my face from top to bottom and from left to right like the sun and heat cracking the earth that was once moist, spongy and fresh. I want to have a soft double chin that trembles when people make me laugh and show a holey mouth with few teeth and little hunger. I want to go around the house in my dressing gown and go out to take out the trash in my slippers without worrying about who will look at me. I want to have a bunch of granddaughters who want to touch my skin, who hang from my arms and who can rock them with their hands like a rocker. When I grow up, I want to be like Grandma Pia. I want to say “caramelo” instead of “candy,” “busón” instead of “cuadro,” “iaios” instead of “grandparents.” I want to spoil my granddaughters and pull a candy out from behind their ear and say softly, “Here, but don’t tell Mom, this secret is yours and Grandma’s.”