{created by us}

If I only scrape a living, at least it's a living worth scraping.

wedding invites

Earlier this year, husband + I undertook our first large collaborative project together. We created a wedding invitation package for our friends.

The main invite was screen printed front and back on balsa wood, the envelopes were hand made using botany illustration and Audubon Society books and the RSVP and informational insert were printed on crisp white letterpress paper. They were bundled together with mint and white bakers twine. {click images to enlarge}

It was a huge learning experience and overall we were happy with the turnout and how well we work together. Thank you J + S for your trust, patience and encouragement(and congratulations!).

Cider Press Day

We went to our CSA farm to join them in pressing apple cider. Making cider together was fun, but Nitty Gritty Dirt Farm treated us to so much more.

We enjoyed down-to-earth company, lots of laughs, the best big mid-day meal together, cider all day long, bees a plenty, happy animals, the guitar, honey crisp apples and eggs. We came home with full bellies and full hearts.

nature's confetti

I adore the falling leaves. It's as if there is confetti everywhere.

Happy Birthday Love

may the road rise up to meet you
may the wind always be at your back
may the sun shine warm upon your face
and rains fall soft upon your fields

another year of adventures await
you'll never know dear how much I love you
xoxo

If you want to be happy, be.
-Leo Tolstoy

Everlasting Light

The Black Keys' Brothers album has been on heavy rotation here.

travel dialogue

Travel pushes my boundaries. When you travel, you become invisible, if you want. I do want. I like to be the observer. What makes people who they are? Could I feel at home here? No one expects you to have the stack of papers back by Tuesday, or to check messages, or to fertilize the geraniums. When traveling, you have the delectable possibility of not understanding a word of what is said to you. Language becomes simply a musical background for watching bicycles zoom alongside a canal, calling for nothing from you. Travel releases spontaneity. You become a godlike creature full of choice, free to visit the stately pleasure domes, make love in the morning, sketch a bell tower. You open, as in childhood, and-for a time-receive this world. There's the visceral aspect, too-the huntress who is free. Free to go, free to return home bringing memories to lay on the hearth.

Excerpted from A Year in the World by Frances May

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