lazy sheep

[ Mister Oaf via Share Some Candy ]

feeling felty

Seriously, how is this not the coolest stationary ever. Yes, I have an extreme felt fetish which has been chronicled for quite a while, BUT Something's Hiding in Here's little note card feels like a stroke of sweet genius never-the-less. Their products are preciously delicious (which is much like magically but more endearing). You can browse their products here or check out their blog here.

polaroid is still among us

So everyone knows by now that Polaroid is dead, or rather in limbo like poor 'ole Nicole Kidman in The Others. It brings a smile to my face however, that even though its ultimate fate still is a bit uncertain (I am eyeballing you, Impossible Project), Polaroid projects and news abound. Here are some of the latest morsels...


The Band of Outsiders photo shoots with Jason Schwartzman & Marisa Tomei [ Band of Outsiders ]





The Last Year of Polaroid Film [ Grant Hamilton ]

Polaroid Notes [ Fred Flare via Better Living Through Design ]



LIFE Nature Library [ Patrick Tobin ]

museum of broken relationships

The fact that such an institution exists only reaffirms that there is something, somewhere in the universe to cover any/every possible interest/outlet that a person could ever wish for.

Welcome to the Museum of Broken Relationships in Croatia!

The Museum of Broken Relationships is an art concept which proceeds from the assumption that objects possess integrated fields - ‘holograms’ of memories and emotions - and intends with its layout to create a space of ‘secure memory’ or ‘protected remembrance’ in order to preserve the material and nonmaterial heritage of broken relationships. Unlike the ‘destructive’ self-help instructions for recovery from failed loves, the Museum offers every individual the chance to overcome the emotional collapse through creation - by contributing to the Museum's collection. The individual gets rid of ‘controversial objects’, triggers of momentarily ‘undesirable’ emotions, by turning them into museum exhibits, and thereby participating in the creation of a preserved collective emotional history.

I actually think I like this sound of this place.

rabbit queen

To say that Lydia loves getting tattoos is an understatement. To say that I love being able to take a few pictures of them is as well (although I do claim this is high art). And while I have your attention take a quick gander at her site here.

need to want less: heart

I think this is when people are supposed to say "at least I have my health".

goodbye summer

Well Labor Day has come and gone, and so marks the end of summer. Kind of. It's still hot and without checking a calendar I wouldn't necessarily know that anything has changed, but I am happy to pretend/accept that Fall is just around the corner. This summer has seemed far less summery than seasons passed... more oppressive/little fun. Maybe if my summers were more like they used to be, as illustrated in the above schedule from my youth, I would have something to miss. Now, I'm ready for cool breezes, getting under blankets, falling leaves, and the faint smell of a fire and smoke from someone's chimney. Hopefully nostalgia will not disappoint this go 'round.

i'm a winner

I do not generally win things... granted I also do not generally try to. Either way I was beyond delighted to find that I won Brandi Strickland's (aka Paper Whistle) August print giveaway. As you may recall I am a huge fan of her work and posted a little something about her in June. The print I was gifted with is "Daybreak", which is shown above (however that image credit is all Ms. Strickland; I have not figured out how/where I'm going to hang my copy yet).

If you want a chance to win some of her fantastic art check out her blog OR you can also buy several different prints through her shop.

1 minute photoshop: disagreement

I am just a silly white girl, feeling mad and sad. Sometimes I hate purple. And I always hate fighting.

don't call it a comeback

Ok... maybe, sort of, a comeback. I am promising to slink back into posting and hopefully the world of the productive. T.V. viewing has lost its luster after some heavy binging, sleeping has been equally indulgent but not very fulfilling, and so the next best therapy I can come up with for my sullen and crabby feelings is to jump on the horse and try, try, try. Or try-ish... on perhaps a pony.

P.S. There have a been a few folks that have written me and/or posted a comment. I swear I will write you back.

image credit [ Verity Keniger via Design For Mankind ]