Bird watching.

Bo Monster.
Bo Flex.
Bo Master.
Bo Master Flex.

Old family.

My great grandmother is in the middle row, the only woman not holding a baby. The couple with the little boy in the first row are my great-great grandparents. All on my mother's side. It's so strange and almost unreal to see images of the past and know that they too are part of your family. I don't really know how to explain.


After the evening rain.

I am definitely going to miss this porch.


The porch is planted.

We got released from work early today due to the holiday weekend so I took advantage of some extra free time and drove to the garden center before going home. I had been wanting to get my annual tomato plant as well as some flowers that could potentially double as some cut flowers for the wedding. My porch is once again covered in pots overflowing with green. Gardening is probably the one thing I enjoy most about warm weather. I'm glad that the man at the garden center talked me into getting the lavender even though it really wasn't something I had intended to get (or needed) because it smells absolutely wonderful.

I really hope this wasn't Photoshopped...


Yellow light.

Scrap rug progress. A new (but old) book purchase. The last of my ceramic pieces to be glazed. New geraniums for the fire escape outside my desk window.

Awesome in a box.


Vertical gardens.

Someday I would love to create something like this for my home.


Covering new territory (Pun intended.)

A productive day. Now listening to new Jens Lekman. Mmm.


A rather large project.

Good morning sunflowers.

What I will be listening to all weekend:

Just bought it on iTunes after eagerly waiting for it to be released. Exactly what I needed in my life.


"That's the wonderful thing about crayons - they can take you to more places than a starship. "

-Guinan (from Star Trek: TNG)

Weekends on the mind.

Such a gorgeous animation. I love all the chalk textures. This reminds me that I still have several old stop animation videos to piece together now that I have a computer and a program that can handle it.


Kite Flying Society.

(Image from the film Rushmore.)

On my way home from work today I got fairly frustrated because probably less than 100 feet from my exit off the highway traffic had started to slow to about 15 miles an hour. I figured there had to be some sort of accident or something up ahead but as I moved further along I saw that there was something flying up and down in front of traffic. I realized then that it was a kite. It was swooping back and forth between both east and westbound traffic dive-bombing windshields and then floating back up into the sky. No one was controlling it, somehow it had gotten attached to the large traffic sign hanging above the highway. It made me laugh quite and bit and it was pretty fun to drive under as it just barely missed hitting my windshield. It reminded me that I got an Energizer Battery kite for Christmas in a white elephant exchange and I have yet to fly it. I'll have to do that soon.


Seriously?! UGGs under a wedding dress?! Is that supposed to be cute? And I found this original picture on a wedding style blog. Gross. What's next, Crocs? How do these terrible, terrible trends even get started?


"...and I'm begging you to be my escape..."

As soon as I started working on these shirts I had an instant flash back to my freshman year of high school. Sitting in the back of my best friend's van singing along to The Anatomy of Tongue in Cheek. And then to the time when I was completely smitten to be hanging out a handful of the band members while attending a Sufjan Stevens concert. Then, of course, the numerous times I saw them in concert. And here I am now, making t-shirts for a band I was once totally crazy about. Funny how that worked out.

(Click on the images to enlarge.)

"Something old"

Memories of one of my most favorite times with Andrew. For my "something old".


I just purchased our wedding bands.

New cube decor.

(I found the poster file on this wonderful Planet of the Apes archive: http://pota.goatley.com/index.html)
Dear Criterion Collection,
I have noticed that you recently released The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Although I have not yet seen this movie, I am disappointed in you for two reasons. One, because although I have yet to see Benjamin Button, I have heard that it is not very good while Forrest Gump continues to be an amazing movie by the same screenwriter yet you have never released that. Two, WHY HAVEN'T YOU RELEASED THE DARJEELING LIMITED YET?! (Seriously, I am still waiting to purchase it because I want to get the Criterion Collection version.) Come on!
Cheryl Andrey


My lemon zinger green tea tastes like yellow jelly beans.




- Two days of rain have swept all the lovely spring flowers from the trees before I had the chance to really enjoy them.
- My new favorite treat is to buy small italian rolls from Presti's and make my own garlic bread to eat along with dinner.
- Another weekend full of freelance work and family.
- I would really appreciate a week completely free of any type of work so I could fully clean my apartment and make some new progress on my fabric scrap rug.
- I've yet to make it out on my bike for a ride, even though the nice weather has been here, due to various reasons and rain spoiling my free days.
- Time to start thinking about creating something for the AG Fine Arts show.
- I hope that by the time my wedding comes I will truly be able to enjoy it instead of worrying about all the details I'm trying to plan.
- I miss having Andrew at home with me.


Scuba Diver Kite.

I would like a Team Zissou colored one. Unfortunately they cost over $300.


Always a fish sandwich.

My grandpa Stanfield passed away last Wednesday morning after fighting with cancer for about a year. Even though we knew he was getting worse, it was still very hard to hard to deal with all of it. I was thankful to have Andrew visiting for a few days during that time to give me comfort. It felt good to be out in the sun.

Last night after the funeral I was writing down things I didn't want to forget about my grandpa. One was that he always called my grandma "Pete". I've never known why and I will probably never ask.