love love

i tend to think a lot of what goes along with valentine’s day isn’t all thaaaat romantic, but i fully embrace it as an excuse to be unabashedly girly and shamelessly, over-the-top sweet.

my party-planning partner-in-crime and i have already dreamed up a dessert party with heart-shaped cutouts of pound cake to be dipped in chocolate fondue, pink-frosted sugar cookies showered with sprinkles, and marshmallow hearts to plunk in hot mugs of cocoa. like i said: over-the-top sweet.

will we really pull it off? will any males come within 10 feet of the festivities? that remains to be seen, but – as it is with the lovely finds below – the fun is in getting inspired.

mini heart mirrors at pbteen



“a hidden apple” – miniature artist book by elsa mora


crochet heart garland: how-to at design*sponge


doily clock on etsy


doily coasters on etsy



tiny heart ring on etsy


a most fantastic february music mix – tracklist and link to download at miss moss

one more

i celebrated my birthday last weekend: 25. hefty, solid. square-rootable.

someone made me a cake:

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which still makes me smile.

(those little pearls remind me of the silver dragées that i loved to pick off iced christmas cookies and eat as a kid.) (and that apparently really are illegal in california.)

right now is probably the most my age i’ve ever felt (at least out of all the years i’ve had the presence of mind to reflect on things like that). because, snooty as it sounds, i’ve always felt older than my years. i remember a conversation back in college: “i feel about 34 on the inside,” i said. “really?” he said. “because i feel like i’m still 14.” well, that explained a lot.

it’s the way i grew up, i’m pretty sure of it. it fostered early versions of all sorts of things i’ve come to be grateful for: an independent spirit and a certain maturity and self-awareness, sure – but also the burden of oneself, heavy as lead.

but finally, somewhat recently, that’s started to feel about right. my friends, my generation, we’re coming upon this together now, i think. life is our own, for better or worse. it’s time to take it up. sign on for grad school if you must, but otherwise we need to get going, because the afterburn is gone.

this song pretty much gets it down, i think. (and hey, now there’s a movie tie-in: even better.)

these days life travels in violent spikes. friends, career, love, sanity: pick two. drop the rest. then give things a juggle in a few months. i don’t know anybody my age that has all spots pulsing and thriving, or if they do, i hate them and pretend they don’t exist. (see what i was saying earlier about that maturity?)

it’s quite possible that all this that i’m emo-ing about is simply what they call… life. and this will persist forever and ever, amen. but hey there, little thought: shoo, shoo. this is enough for now.


i think that’s why last weekend was such flat-out fun. i was able to put a bookend on everything (ie, tell all the stuff in my head to shut up for a sec) and just go play.

in addition to the cake, someone else brought a small army of pumpkins to carve, and we spent the night tracing out designs and sawing out pieces til our hands were covered in pumpkin shreds and pulp.

we lined up our finished works on the concrete wall outside my little house, shut down the lights for a little while, and marveled like it was the most fantastic thing.

because it kind of was.

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a couple more things

…from studio choo {offshoot from my last post}

i would prefer this to a dozen roses any day:

bouquet{photo from the full diy instructions here.}


and whatever guy thought up this card message gets major points for his poetic simplicity. it made me giggle:

card msg{from their blog}

a day at the office

another day of inspiration, thanks to design*sponge.

i’ve been thinking about a lot of things these days, but the topic that has been so rudely hogging about 97 % of my brain space is the subject of work. i’m one month into this new job and constantly counting over the ways it pushes the limits of my capacity for stress …and the ways i would be lost without a reason to work this hard.

but i was reading this post today…

a day at the office{photo by studio choo at design*sponge}

…chronicling a day in the life of a couple best friends who run a flower design company in san francisco.

it was just lovely getting a glimpse into this small business, the kind where you can keep two feet on the ground (you know, where the flowers grow) but let your head do the dreaming.

and while i love teaching – working with words and stories and sentences, and finding a way to distill everything down to kid-level – it made me realize that i miss doing the kind of work that requires only my hands and my greatest sense of beauty. i miss the craft.

i spent my undergrad years as an art major – trying all the time to paint my insides out – and then nearly every free moment apart from that thinking about food: how to make it, how to eat it. and whether it was something i was good at or not, the space for creativity satisfied a part of me that’s shriveling just a little bit these days. a part that i can feel reawaken ever so quietly every time i read about (or feast my eyes on or tune my ears to) some beautiful thing someone else is doing.

how to braid inspiration back into life… i guess that’s an art in itself.