On the beauty of fabric
I received this adorable bag from Fog Linen Work for my birthday and am in love with it.
When I first heard of Fog Linen a few years ago I fell pretty hard for pretty much everything they sell and after having a serious talk with myself in which phrases like 'need to exercise restraint' and 'maybe you shouldn't put everything in the store in your cart' were used I decided to quietly lust from afar.
Since then I've received several pieces from them and all are so lovely and well made. I can already tell that this bag will be getting a lot of use.
Balancing act
This year...
Summertime and the living is cheesy
Vermont is the best. Cheese. Ice Cream and PYGMY GOATS.
Having just returned from a trip to this glorious dairy-infused fantasyland and finding myself with a project list that holds approximately two million items I am afraid that I have been quite the negligent blogger but am trying to reform and will be back soon with a slew of recent work and photos.
For the present, I leave you with my fly-infested, lovable little friend.
Happy Monday!
The week in Tumblrs 7.8.11
Oh boy was this week a busy one.
On Monday, the actual 4th, Anthony and I flew home from South Carolina. We missed the holiday display of fireworks, but since they are in abundance in SC, I'm sure we'll get a show in at least once before the summer is over.
Ah, the glamour of operating a small theatre company. Wishbone's artistic director, John Mark, and I attended a healthy (
3.5 hours!!!
) lecture this week on the rules and regulations of achieving 501-C3 (tax exempt) status. It was run by a wonderful organization called Lawyers for the Creative Arts and was actually quite fascinating. You should see the stack of paperwork we've got to fill out!
Speaking of Wishbone, I've been working on a new identity for it which necessitates delving into the pantone world.
Oh, scooters. They seem like such the perfect mode of city transportation and it is fun to flirt with the idea of owning one (in this particular daydream flirtation, the harsh reality of only being able to actually use a scooter 5 months out of the year doesn't figure. Because that's what daydreams are for, dammit). Anthony found a place north of the city that restores vintage Vespas so we went to check it out. They were cute, we drooled and then took our scooter-less selves back home and continued to dream.