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For The Love Of Snail Mail

When my grandmother died, we discovered a drawer full of letters and cards received the last few years of her life. She never mentioned she did this, so it brought a twinge to my heart knowing I have always done the exact same thing. There is just something about the hand-written mark on paper that feels special and permanent in the way a Facebook comment or email never will. Old snail mail feels like a tangible time capsule to rediscover a fleeting emotion long forgotten. Maybe I learned that from her… What I do know is, my love for real mail originated after a summer camp that still informs my adult being. I was there during the formative years of 12 to 16 when I was an awkward, hormonal, confused as fuck tween, with an angst and energy I still chase in my dreams (and sometimes my photos). At nerd

All About That Base

This year I have four new bases to accompany the upgraded calendar design. Since the cards were increased two inches in height to accommodate the square postcard back and a little breathing room for the dates, the bases have grown in thickness and depth of cut. I’m hopeful this deeper slit alleviates some of the natural paper bend over time. (I also upgraded to 130lb paper to give the cards a little more “umpth”) So let me introduce these bad boys: Regular Pine These are simple pine bases. They are neutral in color and tend to fade into the background. They let my pictures become the focal point (and for this reason appeal to my ego). This base should be your choice if you like a clean natural aesthetic on your desk or table. That being said, these have just a light clear spray of poly. If you are the

Beyond 40

I’ve had a lot of amazing birthdays in my life. There was the time all my little kid friends went to the movies and saw Annie, the infamous Mr. Days dance party covered in yellow caution tape, and my 30th when I jumped out of a plane, rented a room in a bar with DJ Rocco and Spin played a live rock show.  Those birthdays were somehow topped by the insane Russian supper club birthday with a live “show” that Bourdain once said felt like “John Waters made a Broadway musical” (This girl sums that experience up perfectly). But as I lay here with my epic post birthday 40-year-old hangover looking at photos from last night on my phone, I’m insanely happy.   The events of this weekend came pretty damn close to perfection and this headache and dehydration are no match for the healing power of being truly chock full of love. Leading up to

You can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, well you might find, you get what you need

There are tons of studies that show social media makes people feel lonely. The constant comparison to others has a nasty way of shining a mirror on that secret doubt in all of us that thinks we’re not good enough.

Unemployment Day 3: Deep Thoughts and Lists by A Woman With Too Much Unstructured Time On Her Hands!

40. It feels like a lot. Especially because it seems I’m being tested these days. As I watch all my slightly older classmates fall like Facebook reminder dominoes, my own approaching milestone is ever present. As a result of this, and my general sentimental nostalgic nature, I’ve peeked back at the last decade of my life in my newly acquired free time…sorta like picking an old half-healed scab. I suppose I was hoping that reverse life accounting might enlighten as to what the hell I want from this next phase of life. (For reals, I could use all help I can get in that department.)  And while I’m still tragically short on practical details, I did learn a few applicable things in my recent revelries: Obsessively looking back only reinforces I’m that much closer to “the end”.  Seeing an entire generation (especially in early photos) fade away creates an acute awareness that time is going

Unemployment Day 1

A lot of you lovelies have been inquiring after me and, even though I have no job, I’m somehow finding it hard to keep up with responses. Since I am doing a half-ass method of staying in touch…here’s the highlight reel: