I loved growing up in the picturesque coastal town of Duxbury, Massachusetts. For those of you who don’t know it, Duxbury is almost the next town up from the historical town of Plymouth, where the Pilgrims landed. My ancestors came over on the “Mayflower” and never wandered far from the sea, which might explain my deep love for the area and why I think I have New England saltwater running in my veins. I remember as a little girl, driving around town with my family, reading off the names and dates on the beautiful Saltbox Colonial homes, trying to pick out my favorite one that I would grow up and live in. All the old houses and streets had the same family names, “Alden”,”Standish”,” Bradford”, and it felt like those people still lived among us. We lived on Standish Street and after dinner my sisters and I would walk to the Miles Standish Monument and climb the 125 steps to look out over all of the town and down to the sea. When we played outside, we pretended we were Pilgrims and our playhouse was a little historic “Alden “house with a low ceiling and sleeping loft. Sometimes I would cry because I thought I was too short to keep up, and my sisters would comfort me and tell me not too feel bad because “None of the Pilgrims were tall either!” and take me to see the tiny little berths on the “Mayflower” to prove their point. We walked through the marshes behind our house to Harden Hill and played with the horseshoe crabs and caught minnows for Shere Khan, our cat. I never thought too much about all the history around us as to me it was all part of what seemed like one long, magical childhood, never far from the sound of the sea or the smell of the briny salt marshes.

As a young girl I was always pretending and my imagination only grew as I got older. School wasn’t all that much fun. I wasn’t a great academic and I knew I would never follow a “traditional” path. I remember we had a family friend who owned an interior design studio in Snug Harbor, a part of Duxbury. My Mom and I would go visit and her friend would let me play with her fabric books and let me cut out swatches to make clothes for my dolls and decorate their dollhouse. Watching me, Mom’s friend would laugh and say” She’s got a good eye!” and I knew this was something I wanted to use for the rest of my life. Eventually I started sewing and knew if I wanted to leave for college like my friends I needed to focus on becoming a designer. Back then I didn’t know anyone who had a degree in Fashion Design or even if you could make a career doing that but I followed the only thing I excelled at and applied to school in New York City.

When the day came to leave, I almost couldn’t do it. Each step away from the town I grew up in and loved so much felt like losing a little part of me that I could never get back. School and work took me further and further away; Boston, NYC and finally LA, where I lived and worked for 16 years. I worked long hours as a designer and salesperson in the fashion industry in LA. I built up accounts and (through no fault of my own!) navigated the way through a few lost accounts and Chapter 11s. The strain and long hours took its toll on my health and my marriage. I became a single mom to my beautiful little boy who I love and cherish. I kept plugging away, raising my son, and working my accounts but always missing New England and my town by the sea. I can’t exactly explain what happened next in any other way than serendipity that my major account was bought and moved headquarters to Hingham MA., just up the road from my home town of Duxbury. I reached out to them, got a job as their designer and moved my son and myself from LA to Scituate MA. Now this next part is where my story gets really crazy and if you have read this far, well, god bless, you deserve to know the next turn of events.

My first husband’s name was Chad. Chad was from Ohio-where we met. Chad and I got married and lived in NYC before moving to LA and having a son. We got divorced and became estranged but as I said earlier, I’ve got my amazing son from that marriage so no regrets. So…what are the odds that I move back East, start dating again, meet AND marry a guy named Chad? Who is also from Ohio? Who happens to live in Duxbury? Crazy, right? But it became abundantly clear that by some cosmic hiccup, I made a wrong turn and married the wrong Chad from Ohio. The right Chad (Frost) from Ohio, Chad 2.0, is my partner. He is incredibly talented and, like me, is always designing and creating things. Also, like me, he cannot sit still for very long and loves having projects to work on and supporting my creative ideas . Chad Frost 2.0 grew up antiquing with his parents and loves anything to do with plants. He worked for years to establish his own landscaping company Hedges inc.

Eventually following is own serendipitous path that lead him to my Pilgrim village of Duxbury where we met and I found my own way home to him. Hence the name Frost & Found. I hope you enjoyed my somewhat crazy but wonderful story, and am so glad you are here to share in my newest adventure.

Love

Bonnie Frost