A fox from one of my dad’s primers. 🦊
My house was built 80 years ago. These wood floors are one of many details that give her, her charm.
Morning are my favorite time of day – seeing the sun as it begins to peak through the trees and scatters its light.
I still adore this quilt from Garnet Hill that I acquired shortly after buying my house almost 20 years ago. It must be popular because they still sell a variation of it today.
Today I’m looking back on this day 100 years ago and to all the women that made it happen. It is crazy to me that neither of my grandmothers were born with the right to vote. This hand lettered piece is in honor of the suffragists. Ladies, lets make their hard work count.
This technically isn’t graffiti. It was also taken last November on a trip to Austin; it seems like so long ago. Oh how I long to travel again.
Many years ago my parents gave me this little birdhouse that contains light scattering crystals. As I recall, my dad was very excited about the gift. It brings me joy when I see the rainbows on my kitchen cabinets and think of him.
I was walking and thinking about how tired I am of all this craziness when I came upon this sign. Could this sign mark the beginning of the end? A girl can dream.
I love how my mirrored ball throws light around my studio. This setup looks very Hollywood Regency to me – not a way I would usually describe my style.
Arlo can make himself comfortable nearly anywhere. He especially likes to cuddle up to me or Charlotte.