I know it's barely Easter, but April has definitely been the CRUELEST month this year. (Do I say that every year? Well, this year fo...

 Lifetimes ago now...

Or at least can I BE Rita, in that dress?

 I'm sort of a geek for Milton. Paradise Lost. Yeah. I wish I had a year to just sift through all the great language and cheer out loud ...

Before I jump all over my white-guilt complex lemme share with you some more of the lava cake photo shoot...because this may shed some light...

I was blog-stalking myself the other day, revisiting what I'd said. Thinking back to what was happening a year ago. Scrolling through al...

I stole these words off of someones facebook wall. I don't even remember who, but it clearly hit me in a way that made me need to copy i...

{Heroin...}

"It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important." -Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

  {Did I tell you guys I went to Seattle? Well, I did.}    {And Kevin was at the market. Kevin is the *spice* of my life...} { The Fish Gu...

{ Thank you Rachael Ó Néill for passing on your Erin genes. }  {Do you spy those daffodils in the back, there?}  { JOY! Muck Boots! Just in...

I heart Shakespeare. I heart Adobe Illustrator. Saturday Morning project: designing and printing my favorite Beatrice lines.

This is what I woke up to the other morning. Beautiful, fluffy snow. Lovely. You know what's more lovely? The promise of spring.  S...

We met at IKEA. I'd been eying him for a while... I mean, how could I NOT fall for his streamlined physique? Must be the Swede/Dane i...

  I love playing pool.   I have yet to figure out what to do with that canvas.  I'm mad at February for acting like early March oustid...