Thursday, December 5, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
i love tiny little things, don't you. i've been making these little envelopes for a long time. i like to use all of the parts of the vintage books that i chop up. sometimes i use them in my books. sometimes i package up a few to give away with a purchase. they're tiny. and cute. and so useful...
they look cute attached to a package.
they are good for leaving on someones pillow.
or tucking into their lunch.
i think it would be fun to write something nice and leave it someplace random for a stranger to discover. to brighten their day.
they are good for keeping lost buttons. until you have a chance to sew them back on.
you can fit little surprises into them. like chocolate.
i've put a few sets of these into my shop.
in case you like any of my ideas.
or maybe you have an idea of your own...
Thursday, November 14, 2013
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
- Cicero -
i could never have one of those e-readers. i love books too much. the different shapes and sizes, the smell of them, the feel of the pages... i like fiction. i like artsy books. i like instructional books. i like inspiring books. i like blank books.
i literally have piles of books in every room of my house. i take books with me when i leave the house. so there is always something for me to read, no matter where i am.
and i read. every. single. day. and just now...when i stepped into my bedroom...and saw the sun streaming in...the way it does in the afternoon...casting a glow over my piles of books. well, i just wanted to stop right then and there...
how about you...have you read anything good lately?
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
again...the rain. although this morning i realized that i am actually in love with the rain. if such a thing is possible.
the combination of bleak grey and light. there's hope in that. and i think it's beautiful. did you know that grey is my favorite color?
i brewed a cup of hot tea and stood watching the rain out the window. the sound on the roof steady. calming.
i have created a new nook in a corner of my bedroom (yes, it is grey). and this dark, rainy day made me feel the pull towards my journal. lately i've only taken time to journal on rainy days. not sure why.
after that i looked for rainy words. here are some that i like.
“I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.
Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.”
― Ray Bradbury, Green Shadows, White Whale: A Novel of Ray Bradbury's Adventures Making Moby Dick with John Huston in Ireland
and then, just like that, out comes the sun. it sort of broke the spell i was under. and now i think i will go outside for a little while. and give the sun a little attention...
Monday, October 14, 2013
it rained all weekend in my little part of the world. a drizzly, dreary, dark cloud kind of rain.
i didn't feel much like working. and so i didn't.
instead, i took out this journal. the one with the beautiful handmade paper. the one i bought for myself with birthday money several months ago. the one i hadn't even made the tiniest scribble in yet.
and i got out my little glue stick.
and a needle and some thread.
and all of my favorite scraps that i have been saving...
...for a rainy day.
and i ripped and stitched and pasted for two whole days.
because after all,
that is what rainy days are for.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
i wrote this morning.
i wrote until all that was left was little nubs of dusty chalk that my fingertips could barely hang on to and my nails made that wretched, awful noise on the chalkboard. and that made me cringe each time.
i wrote until i had the entire door filled up.
i love this poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. you can find the whole thing here. i have it in a sweet little book that i came across this morning while i was cleaning out my studio. my chalkboard has been blank for a while, so i decided to write parts of it out. a little inspiration for the next few weeks...
Friday, September 20, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
i really love this one. i think it's the unusual shape. or maybe it's the colors...creams and beige and gold and beautiful florals. but then, there's the lace...i do love lace. and the cover...so girly. did i mention how much i love this one? i am kind of attached to it. i wrote up the listing yesterday, but i wasn't able to hit publish until just now. i know someone else will love it too...
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
-Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams-
Friday, August 30, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
reflection (ri'flekSHen). n. 1. the throwing back by a body or surface of light, heat, or sound without absorbing it. 2. serious thought or consideration.
We never see life as it really is. All we can ever see is the reflection of life - distorted by our unique perceptions.
-Jonathan Lockwood Huie-