So we can put a man on the moon, but when it comes to belts, do you ever feel like you’re in the twilight zone between two choices:
A) A belt that makes you look like a high school teenybopper or,
B) A used car salesman circa 1982???
Thanks to Mission Belt, “your troubles are over, dude.”
Mission Belt has its roots in giving back and empowering people along the lines of teaching people to fish rather than just handing them a bunch of fish. You can check out their rad philanthropy story here. In a nutshell, one dollar from every belt purchase goes towards fighting global hunger and poverty.
But what about the belts? How did they reinvent the wheel? Mission Belts have no holes. Yep, when you buy your first belt you might circle around it suspiciously and jab at it with a bone like those monkeys in the opening of 2001: A Space Odyssey.
But then you slide it on and realize what you never knew you were missing: A perfectly fitting belt with no unsightly bulges or thingamajigs to catch on your clothing. The beauty of these belts lies in their simplicity.
I received my belt in a tidy little box within a few days of ordering and promptly wore it to a country wedding. After a few adult beverages, nature called and let’s just say everything was easy-peasy. Sure, it was weird reaching down there and finding no buckle or holes, but once I got used to the discreet lever, I found myself drinking more adult beverages as an excuse to use the lever again. For those of you curious about this magical lever, Mission Belt provides this nifty youtube tutorial:
Then the Thomas Fire raged within feet of my house and I had to evacuate. I spent the week helping fire fighters put out spot fires in the hills above my house (and got really bad poison oak in the process). The point of this little story is that I found my Mission Belt up to the task in keeping my britches above water as I hiked through ash dodged flames. From a wedding to a wildfire, my Mission Belt has proved to be versatile, durable, and pretty darn handsome, too.