You’re invited…

The burst of warm weather earlier this week (50! In February!) was a desperately needed reminder that spring really will come again and that the feeling of warm air on your face is, indeed, the tonic and near cure-all it’s always been. Similarly satisfying as the feeling of warm air on your face after a


Orion rising

As Charlotte and I walked home tonight with our groceries and laundry, Orion rose above us on Park Place, and I swear the stars in his belt were twinkling at us the whole way home. The Great Nebula in Orion / Robert Gendler That’s one thing I love about this time of year, after the


Snow Angels, for real this time

Making snow angels in Marion square park Here’s hoping your holidays and new year are filled with as much excitement, joy, and happiness as we are lucky to have in our own little lives!


Joy

When it came to the holidays, Grandmother Maggie always knew just how to make every single detail sing. She had my grandfather raise the “Joy” flag in their front yard each December. Her dining room table was decorated with an apple cone she made of fresh apples, babies breath, and cloves. She & my grandfather


Miles to go before we sleep

Thanksgiving is less than a week away, and that means our little workshop is buzzing with sewing, gluing, printing, scoring, packing, shipping, folding, and tearing. Boxes of cards and piles of covers in progress and books to be sewn are e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. and it’s busy, busy, busy, which is just how I like it! In the