Week 35 :: Spring cleaning the basement leads to lots of chaos. But we are able to take a moment and smell the roses… or watch the bouncing ball.… Continue Reading
Week 35 :: Spring cleaning the basement leads to lots of chaos. But we are able to take a moment and smell the roses… or watch the bouncing ball.… Continue Reading
I remember when I was a young kid that I always had mixed feelings about Good Friday. My brother and I usually had a half day of school and then we would come home to a dramatic reading of the Good Friday/Easter story by my mother from the Children’s Bible. It seemed to always be…… Continue Reading
Last week, I introduced the H in my year-long series of hand-drawn letter creations. Below is the print I designed for the letter. Hello handmade.… Continue Reading
Week 34 :: Spring Sports. One boy thinks he’s not good enough. One boy need to dial down his enthusiasm (before he hurts someone). These cleats will look huge in a few years.… Continue Reading
No, not my biological clock… that ship has happily sailed away and two boys is plenty, as you know. And although, I swear I had my first official hot flash this past week, that is not *the tick tock* either. I’m craving routine in the worst way. I miss having a structured day where the…… Continue Reading
I challenged myself to draw one letter of the alphabet every other week this year. A week from today, I will post a new print using this letter. A little 1970s influence for the H.… Continue Reading
Collecting Color is a bi-monthly post to share what you’re working on, photographing, DIY-ing, reading or making. Anything goes, as long as it’s colorful, creative and you share a link below. Recently, I designed these tags for Emily Franklin, a chef and author, that is starting to sell her homemade goods locally. We added emma’s…… Continue Reading
Week 33 :: We’ve lived in this house for about eight years. Every spring, this one hyacinth pokes its head out of the ground and says hello. Then, it gets broken by big dog paws or picked by little hands or crushed by getting-bigger-all-the-time boy feet. It never gets a chance to bloom properly. Cross…… Continue Reading
Oh boy. Or should I write, oh boys. I like a little respite between major incidents in these boys’ lives, but maybe that’s too much to wish for as they get older. I meet the bus at the end of almost every school day. Usually, I just wave to the bus driver and listen to…… Continue Reading
Last week, I introduced the G in my year-long series of hand-drawn letter creations. Below is the print I designed for the letter. You knew there had to be a dog eventually, right?… Continue Reading