Thursday, July 10, 2014

some new











lately i'm fully enjoying making things 
and hunting for beautiful objects to offer in the shop


Monday, June 30, 2014

wrap



i'm excited to get these into the shop today- several color ways of hair wrap/head bands.  they're made of the same organic cotton hemp jersey i make the scarves with and they can be worn lots of ways.  they're hand-dyed and have a hand stitched hem.  made with love, here.

Sunday, June 29, 2014



new bracelets in the shop tonight.
xx


Thursday, June 26, 2014

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Thursday, June 19, 2014

before the ocean, this



i know- i've been a busy bee!  
before i leave for a long weekend at the ocean (yesss!)
i wanted to add these long-awaited finally restocked saffron scarves to the shop,
as well as our new hammered, etched, salvaged steel bracelet cuffs.

or the river








here is the clothing portion of today's shop update.  
i also added a couple new scarves/

and i have some great new salvaged metal cuff bracelets i'm hoping to add later today.
i'll keep you posted.

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and here's a poem for good measure (it's a bit heavy/serious but hey, so am i):

Cathedral of Salt

BY NICK FLYNN
Beneath all this I’m carving a cathedral
of salt. I keep

the entrance hidden, no one seems to notice
the hours I’m missing  ...    I’ll

bring you one night, it’s where
I go when I

hang up the phone  ...    

                                      Neither you
nor your soul is waiting for me at

the end of this, I know that, the salt
nearly clear after I

chisel out the pews, the see-through
altar, the opaque

panes of glass that depict the stations of
our cross — Here is the day

we met, here is the day we remember we
met  ...    The air down here

will kill us, some say, some wear paper
masks, some still imagine the air above the green

trees, thick with bees

building solitary nests out of petals. What’s
the name for this? Ineffable? The endless

white will blind you, some say,
but what is there to see we haven’t already

seen? Some say it’s
like poking a stick into a river — you might as well

simply write about the stick.

Or the river.