Really feeling the pink & orange combo lately and as always— mustard!

Tonal Tuesday: modern harvest

All the beach glass that Claude had collected over the summer perched on the window sill above his bed. Sometimes, the sun would be at the perfect angle for it to shine through the multicolored collection projecting mad shapes all over his feet as he daydreamed in the afternoon. They were his thinking colors.

Tonal Tuesday: so many glass bottles

Holy guacamole! Spicy avocado deliciousness.

Tonal Tuesday: It's so spicy

I feel like I’ve been swallowed up in yet-to-be-revealed-to-the-internet projects, leaving me not as much time for blogging. There’s an upcoming alphabet letter but in the meantime, here’s a little typographic poster I whipped up. <3 James Brown. He really did know his own KA-RAZY and I can respect that.

I don't know karate but I do know krazy.

Prints available.

Tonal Tuesday: the wool was surprisingly soft

In the attic, in a trunk, wedged under the eaves behind too many boxes of old christmas decorations and odd ephemera that had gathered in the dust and cobwebs was the most magnificent handmade afghan. It was overly large and fluffy still and surprisingly soft, despite it’s years. Made by some ancestor, slowly and with love, the silken fibers were still divinely cozy and strong. It was a timeless blanket made of wool & warm thoughts.

Electric velvet afternoon. Maribelle dropped some acid & then lounged on the fainting couch, eating delicious colors the rest of the pulsing sunshine-filled afternoon. Like you do.

Tonal Tuesday: decadence and velvet

*please note: I’ve never done acid. I am just guessing. ha!

Someday summer would return. Bright colors, ice cream cones and children running wild, the long days would come again.

Tonal Tuesday: someday summer

Tonal Tuesday: everything turns sepia under the city lights

Out the window, in Chicago, maybe at 3am: the city is soft and silent. Covered in glittering snow, turned vintage photograph in the yellow of the street lamps, it waits for the waking hour which has a long time to come.