Lost Bird Found

Colors

One of the things I love about the Pacific Northwest is that its still a bit cool at night, no matter how warm it is during the day. I've always been the less is more in terms of bedding but if my husband had anything to do with it we would sleep under mountains of mountains of blankets. I think that a coverlet or two would do for spring. I discovered Rajboori when I was guest blogging over at Design Sponge about India. I have always been fascinated by the use of color in India. I love the shapes and colors.


One day I want to take Henry to the Holi Festival. He totally loves a big mess.
I also saw these great Sally Campbell quilts on a great blog called Mint.

Thyra Heder or love her

Check out my friend Thyra's new site. Her illustrations are amazing. Ive known her since before she was born. I still sometimes cant believe that shes not riding around on a big wheel, naked in the backyard of our house (we shared a yard) Shes seriously awesome.

Solitute Series

I love the dad story.


NYC sketchbook

Bird before Bird

The End of the horrible day!!

So I was 8 when I "wrote" this book. It was quite a prolific year for me, book wise. I was on fire. 

Inspired by a twitter conversation I had with the lovely Shayna of The Cabin House, I thought I would share this book with you.

My grandfather had died, so naturally why wouldn't I illustrate the experience. For the record I did actually make it as a hardcover by using cardboard and wallpaper samples. It was amazing. 

"When my grandfather was sleeping he had a hardatack. And he

died. When my aunt came over with her friend. She sat down with

us and watched T.V. And my Aunt was talked about it. I was 

very curious. I asked her friend what they were talking about. Then 

the nexed dat dad told me and I burst out crying. And my mom asked me if 

I wanted to go to his funeral. I never saw a dead

person. I said yes. And before The funeral. My sister did not really

understand so she could not come with us. So she had sophia to babysit her. I was the

only kid at my grandfathers funeral. and there were limosines. 

every where and they had electric windows. And I was squished

be my father. My father say the limosine almost looked like a pool I

laufed so hard. I cryed agin I came back

we were going to my nanny's (grandmother). Her kitten died and I cried

even more. The End of the horrible day!!

     

Sweet Home Alabama

I find this imagery by Annie Kammerer Butrus so gorgeous, ethereal, organic and so beyond any kind of design I am normally attracted to. Just yesterday while picking out paint for our garage doors, the kid in the paint dept said "are you sure that you want THAT green for the doors?" and I said, "My house seriously looks like a Swedish pirate ship that also has a teepee in the living room. This is perfect." It is an acid green that I saw on Anna's amazing blog.
Anyway.


Since I can't really put it into words, I've put the words from the site right here. Clever, right? "In the tradition of the Impressionists, who were obsessed with chronological tracking of light, I start the paintings outside and trace and retrace shadows of trees, leaves, fruit, and branches on the panels as the sun moves overhead." Lovely.

Who you lookin' at Tiger?

I don't know where this image is from! I saw it on FFFFOUND! But its impossible to trace it back. I love it. Do you know where it came from? It's like a tiger doily.

If Henry, my son were to compose a post on here it would go something like this. Tiger, Tiger, Panda bear. I like Panda bears. I really like rocks. I really really like rocks. Egg sassisches (sandwiches). Talking about What Pete Ate. He is pretty much into animals, rocks, almonds, driving his little cars on the new chairs (ugh!) and sandwiches. Tigers are pretty big around here as well as Panda bears. So in honor of Henry I'm posting one of his favorite vintage Sessaee (Sesame) Street clips and a little Tiger artwork.
This Tiger by Jonny Wan is pretty bad ass. I think that it would scare Henry. He is sort of a delicate flower that boy of mine.
Found on Grain Edit. And finally, Henry in one of his favorite shirts, taken when we had just finally packed up our life in NYC to move to the wild wild west.
Roar.

Dan Funderburgh, why do you make me love you more?

Man, I love this dude.

Objetos Marchitos and Chinatown Flat Ball.
I do plan on using his Chinatown Toile sold at Flavor Paper somewhere some day, in our new kitchen downstairs? Maybe.
This was part of the inspiration behind these invites we designed for our friends Kellianne and Buster's Speakeasy wedding in Delaware.

I've looked at clouds from both sides now.

Okay okay. So it's a little rainy here. It has sort of been raining all year. I still love my beautiful little island. I've been a little obsessed with cloud imagery since I was a child. I remember my father coming back from Maine with this really simple white felt cloud mobile. Even though I was 8, I loved it.
I love this cloud by Ronan and Erwan Bouroullec and the Danish textile company Kvadrat.


this polished, nickel-plated cast aluminium cloud chair by Richard Hutten

and this installation by Tara Donovan made from styrofoam cups.
This morning I finally thought Henry was old enough to carry his umbrella that our friend Xanthe bought for him as a going away present when we left NYC. Oh and did Henry love it.


Plus, if I carry him it's like I have my own personal umbrella holder.