Sleigh for sale. Side of road.

On my way to Montpelier last week I saw a house with a sleigh for sale on the front lawn. A sleigh. Like Santa Clause  (but old-fashion, think: turn of the century Santa).

Things like this happen in Vermont. Things like this happen to me. I see something and find myself 45 minutes down the road still thinking about it. Sometimes before I know it, I've turned around and  all of a sudden, I own it.  Settle down, husband. I'm not going to buy this sleigh. We don't have room for it. But it was great looking and I've always wanted a sleigh bed.

It did motivate me to start bringing my camera in the car and document the tremendous pop of green we've had lately.

Plus the blue sky, plus blossoming.

I see why people design fabric, or wall paper. Over the river and through the woods never looked so good.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you

Great song.
Charming way to describe a crush.
Also, how I'm feeling about this little number:

Chandler & Price Pilot press

Since Saturday's class, I just keep thinking about pressing type.
Crushing, if you will.

love, and other indelible marks

final letter press project.

I asked Drew what I should make for my larger letterpress project. He said: a poster about our wedding. I'm pretty sure it was a joke.  Then I thought: my only wedding regret was not having letterpress invitations done (read: not learning how to letterpress earlier so I could do my own). Next best thing? Letterpress a poster commemorating the wedding. I was hoping it would turn out more: wedding as a concert. But it was outrageous fun, nonetheless.

 I made 10, which is great, because I'm sure there are 9 other people out there clamoring for one.

fountains of font

More from letterpressing. Chase, font, slugs, furniture, ems & ens

Large Chandler & Price press

Furniture for filling in the space

Drawers of font.                        





















A little piece of my bigger project:

Do I love it?

yes, letterpress, yes

Saturday. Letterpress class at May Day Studio.
Absolutely positively delightful.

And so, the imaginary "Oh! Hello" onesie line, gets its own accompanying line of letterpress cards.

More to follow.

catalogs from quarantine

Last week we were headed south for Easter. Near midnight and all of the boys were sleeping. I was driving and something was right: the music or the hour or the flurry of Merritt Parkway trees. I spent a few solid hours flipping through memories like a catalog: images, words, clips, sparks. Things pasted over, things torn, paper, stitched, indelible, memories of moments jotted on napkins.

Easter passed, Monday brought a sore throat, by Tuesday I was deliriously sick. The meds kicked in slowly, I was worn out, then just bored on quarantine. Now, I'm cogent, emerging from covers. Remembering.

There's something about being down  that makes the sweet fluttering of inspiration all the more palpable and motivating.  I've posted a smattering of projects here, but I've wanted to dig in a bit: dedicate more, catalog and capture, corset up the whale bones and give this blog a little structure.

Now seems as good a time as any. Plus a few conversations with a few wonderful people, helped a few gears turn a bit faster.

So I'm committing - details to follow - but at the least to more frequency. Daily perhaps, or something close. Starting with the tips of my own icebergs of inspiration, and then, well, we'll see.

I'll be here. You are always welcome.

the weather, and other unpredictable things

The weather has actually been beautiful.  I, on the other hand, have been laid up with something awful.  In solidarity, Casey the girl dog threw up a bunch. Momma said there'd be days like this, so despite some exciting new ideas for the world of this blog, we both decided to call it a week.

We'll be back. All waggy-tailed and better than ever soon. Stay tuned...