Saturday, November 1, 2014

Breastfeeding is a Bitch...

... but we lovingly do it anyway.

My girl Cassi Clark wrote a book! During her own breastfeeding journey, she felt compelled to reach out to other women and discover if she was alone in the unexpected pain and frustration of nursing. Of course, she was not. This is her story, and the story of so many other women (or Saints, as she calls them). It is funny, and intimate, and warm, and empowering; and she let me design the cover for it! It is a really fun challenge to try and capture the spirit of a book, and hopefully draw in the prospective reader.

When the book was completed, and copies were in our own hot little hands; I got to go to Denver for Cassi's book signing, which was at The Horsehead - Cassi and hubby's favorite local bar/ restaurant. 

Cassi signing her book!

Though you can't see them here, there were babies crawling amongst the pool tables, and toddlers running around the couches. It was perfect! There were also cupcakes with boobs on them, and breast shaped gummies; thanks to the super sweet manager, Mel.

Here is the book announcement. Check it out! 

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Porch Plans

Do you want to see my new porch? I thought that you might. I have wanted a porch for Sooooooo long.

We built it right here.

Then it looked like this.

There should be a stage 2 picture here... but there isn't... because I did not take one.

Then it looked like this!

I can't wait for porch furniture, and porch plants, and porch sitting.

I am also loving the new door look. I used this tutorial. Found on Pinterest of course.

Thursday, September 19, 2013


Seen while out and about. Someone made the most of their space this season.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Brookings, OR

Last month we took our annual Anniversary trip. Just me and my man. We do love our Anniversary trips and dearly love to explore the Oregon Coast. So, we were off to Brookings. 

Brookings is a weird little town. They have commandeered most of their rather nice beachfront property for a water treatment plant, and a mill of all things. Weird. The entire town shuts down, as far as we could tell at about 5, and doesn't actually come alive until around 11:00 am. See.

We did find a rather fabulous bookstore that was open until 6. I forgot to snap a picture, but I did find a good one from their fb page that gives you an idea of the wonderful stacked and shelved bookishness of the place.  I think that you can imagine the giddiness incited by seeing the the open door of the bookstore in an otherwise dead town. Practically magical.

Earl E Books - Brookings, OR
I forgot to snap a pic, but found a good one on their fb page that shows the stacks and shelves of bookishness.

We stayed at the South Coast Inn. Very nice, despite their website.

Their picture. Again, I forgot to snap one.

And they have wild life. This deer appeared out of nowhere.

Only to be joined by her baby. Apparently, they were visiting some friends.

Say "Hi."

Besides their magical bookstore, the town of Brookings boasts nice views,

a beached whale graveyard, ( I did take pictures, but decided to spare you. You are welcome.)

the best play structure ever,

and a really creepy weeping angel

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Embroidery Reveal

2012 Christmas Embroidery
This little guy was a Christmas present for someone special. Obviously. If they get handmade, they have to be special, right?
I found a similar stitching online, and pinned it to my inspiration board for later viewing. When the time came I printed it out and laid it under my fabric on the lightboard. If you are wondering, yes, the patterned fabric made it impossible to do any tracing. This was fine as I was mostly just using it for dimension. I added my own touches just for the recipient: cats, and birds abound. Of course, the patterned fabric also made it impossible to see the fabric pen, and I ended up tracing over most of it with a thin sharpie.

I was quite pleased with the finish, and I think so was the special someone.

Click to view larger

Saturday, October 6, 2012

My Favorite

This is my favorite. Right now, when the light is so perfectly golden and the grey of winter has not yet come to stay; and the air is still warm but chill in the morning. I love the canning and roasting of tomatoes when the smell of garlic fills the house. I love the way it is now not just acceptable, but almost mandatory to knit and bake.

Fall is my favorite.

Japanese Gardens, Portland

More catching up. Summer is never quite the hang-by-the-river experience that I am longing for. I dream of cookouts, and margaritas. The reality is somewhat more hang-by-the-watercooler, if we did that sort of thing at work. Actually, it is hang out by the computer and design stuff, or hang out by the printer and make tees. In less cryptic terms: work. Summer is busy for a screen print shop. After August it cools down a bit, and we have time for more life in our lives. Sometime late August we made it to the Japanese Gardens in Portland, where I  had been wanting to go for a while.

The gardens are billed as 5.5 acres, and 5 separate garden styles, and I thought that they would take up more of the day that they did. It is possible that a more leisurely walk through would be possible if you go with just your honey. Not so much with your honey and a twelve year old, for whom life is about what is next. Always, what is next. I tried to explain about the Zen.  Twelve is not a very Zen age.  The gardens have Zen covered though.

After the gardens we walked over to the rose test gardens which are equally stunning in a pleasantly down the rabbit hole kind of a way. They are also free, which is nice, and judging by the lots of people, seem to be The Place To Be in Portland on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

Oregon Jamboree 2012

Playing catch-up now to show you these beautiful photos of the Oregon Jamboree merchandise booth. Our friend Dave * caught the last of the evening light and the evening crowd. You can't see the thousands of people, or feel the extreme heat of the day here, though I remember both clearly.

A shot behind the scenes on the first day.
I still have trouble believing the number of people with the foresight to buy sweatshirts in the heat.

Be sure to click on the photos to see them larger.
* Photos courtesy of Basset Studios

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Denim Obsession

I have been meaning to write this post for quite sometime now; thinking of denim, and composing bits in my head. Having just re-read Zero History, I feel prepared to write it, perhaps thoroughly. Unfortunately, and probably not in the tone of William Gibson, which is how I hear it in my head.

Fan image ( I think) of Gabriel Hounds logo from Zero History
The content of Zero History is the entire sum of my knowledge of Japanese denim. I feel that I know the theory, though not the reality of the thing. I think that I understand a bit of the obsession which  seems to underlie so many things Japanese. The continuous search for the "perfect" pair of jeans (aka: the perfect pair for me) and not just the perfect pair, but several pairs, and readily available please; is a task in which I know that I am not alone. The perfect pair being NOT stretch (no spandex please, not even that stupid 1%,) NOT skinny (this looks good on exactly 2% of the population,) NOT distressed ( I am so sick of faux patination in lieu of quality.) Low waist. 501 Originals with the rise about 3 inches lower? Jean styles being the trend besotted things that they are, finding even a single pair that matches this description is approximately hopeless, and increasingly frustrating.

I can't help but feel that such a thing is available to those much more on the bleeding edge of coolness than I shall ever be. Perhaps those who live in cities like London and Tokyo, and who frequent high quality denim bars.

So, in my exhaustive (ing) search online, in desperation I typed in "custom jeans." I found this.   I live in fear that this new discovery will somehow disappear, and that I will be relegated to chasing my dream again. I suffer from a sort of desperate desire to order enough pairs to last my lifetime.

My new favorite jeans.

My first pair of custom jeans was based on measurements cobbled together by repeatedly pulling on my favorite ripped jeans and measuring, and laying them out, and measuring again. They are a thing of beauty. They are a lightweight 10 oz denim, very soft, and deep dyed: the least expensive (They start at $40) jeans on (click Custom Jeans - FIX measurements.) The sit low on my waist, and fall just short of hitting the floor when I wear flat shoes. I wear them constantly.

When I had worn and washed my first pair enough to have a good grasp on the fit, I ordered my second pair. They are an inch smaller in the waist, as the waist band tends to stretch with wear, and an inch or so longer in length for wearing with heels. The fit is great. I wasn't happy with the wash ( I think that I chose the light blue scrape wash) it arrived a very 90's sort of sky blue.

 I panicked for a few minutes and then over dyed them using this tutorial with this result. Much more acceptable.

Until I master the cosmopolitan and/or cash factor required for secret label japanese denim, I will revel in my own perfect-for-me denim, and work my way up to a custom classic trench coat.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Small Town Parade

I love small town parades.

Let me be precise.

I live in a small town.

Unlike some people who most likely do not live in small towns themselves, I do not romanticize the smallness of it.

I do even love my small town all that much. I do not love the one crowded grocery store, or the overwhelming likelihood of running into acquaintances while dashing in for a carton of milk. I do not love the lack of convenience, or lack of movie theater. The schools are not great. I like anonymity and diversity. Both of these are in short supply in most small northwestern towns.

Moving on.

There is something about our small town parade, perhaps like a thousand others nationwide (I can't be sure.) I look forward to it. Year after year. We walk down to the end of the crowded street (I do not love it enough to actually stand IN the crowd) and wait with anticipation for the police car to wail it's siren and begin.

In case you couldn't read the sign. I enlarged it for you. I am good like that.

It is much like Stephen King is narrating in my head. The way he writes each character, making them so full of humanness.
Best politics ever. Cleaning up after the horses.

Like the act of choosing to walk or ride down the middle of the street; not glamourous, just people really; simply to be seen, makes them so... human.

I want to grin, and wave and clap, "I see you! You are seen!" And I do.