When I was growing up my mom went on some extended trips to India, and every time she came back her bags were overflowing with beautiful things for my sister and I. There were rugs, giant block print sheets, gorgeous notebooks full of thin pages, hats and saris- and eventually these wood block stamps made their way [...]
Oh, Forever Ago
My paternal grandmother was a tough lady, and her name was Pearl. When she was a little girl, she was the first one on horses who hadn’t been broken and would ride the wild ones into haystacks to stop them. She was incredibly beautiful and went to Hollywood when she was young to be in [...]
Since Leigh-Ann and I officially took possession of our new studio space on December 1st, I’m slowly starting to move my home studio over to “The Nest” (as I’ve started to call it) and as I’ve been sifting through yarn and scrabooking paper, stamps and reference books I came across an incredible gem! My first [...]
Before I move on, I wanted to say thank you so much to everyone who reached out after my last post, with encouraging words, sympathy and deeply personal stories. I’m bowled over and am extremely grateful, and I’m going to be working through all the notes you left for me this weekend :) I’ve never [...]
I don’t know when it happened, but something changed in me this year. Over the winter, in the thick of school and worry (and probably mid-cup of tea) it hit me: if not now, when? It sounds corny, but after a year of plans falling through, it was like being hit by lightening- I have [...]
Six years in a private junior high and high school was definitely interesting. My school was progressive, secular and high pressure. It hung on the British structure, from uniforms and boarding to being put in one of four “houses” when you were admitted. My graduating class was unprecedentedly large at a whopping thirty five girls, and my time [...]
We started going west when I was about ten. We had never taken a road trip, but in the middle of another child custody stalemate, between another move to another school and packing boxes to move to another house my mom thought we could all use a vacation. “Banf-f!” She pronounced both F’s clearly and [...]
