On the farm.*

Pickles galore. One batch of sweet and one batch of spicy. I'm not a hundred percent sure that two batches counts as "galore" but it's a very small farm.
* Also? It's not a farm.

Around here....

Around here, the dog days are the sweetest - overheated, lavender-scented, and popsicle-stained. Perhaps they are sweet because we can almost hear the gears that will propel us headlong toward the First Day of School clicking slowly into one another in the distance.

Friday, I'm in love....

 Could Frida be any more bad ass? I think not.

Sneaky peek.

NEW Earnest Tote - this one in super-soft organic cotton and vintage linen. Organic! Recycled! Hurrah! This one (and more) will be in the shop next week. Or sooner. But, things seem to take two or three times longer than I think they will these days.

On the Farm.*

I thought the chickens had stopped laying to punish me for going away for two weeks. (Because it's all about me.) Turns out, they were laying - but, in a secret hidden nest in the bushes. aHa!
* It's not a farm.

Around here....

Around here, we are taking selfies with House Finch babies who live on our porch.

Friday, I'm in love....

With Natalie Martin. more here.

Thinking about: Tegucigalpa.

 

Not so much in a honey-let's-go-to-Honduras kind of way. I just like saying "Tegucigalpa" out loud.

It's all part of the process.

Working on another version of the Earnest Tote. I think I lost my way a little bit there because I was thinking about reproducibility and wholesale and I forgot about fabric and beauty, flowers, vintage loveliness and putting things together in a way that thrills me. And if I don't love it and feel super-passionate about it - you're not going to love it either.
It's all part of the process.
Good news! I'm cutting vintage tablecloths today. And I put the last Earnest Tote prototype on sale. And most of the other totes too. Bargain! Enjoy!

On the farm.*

As always, reading is dangerous and I am now obsessed with growing food in my yard. It's all I think about. If I learned one thing from these two books? Before you publicly commit to feeding yourself out of your yard for a month, don't. And if you do, check on your potato crop first. 

Off to rip out the "alleged" lawn.

* It's not really a farm.

Postcards from Kauai.

If your mother-in-law doesn't believe in global warming, or gay marriage, or that Barack Obama was born in this country? Don't worry - just get a little sun and saltwater. If she believes that you're doing it wrong? Don't worry, just get a little rum along with the sunshine and saltwater.