positive pointing #57: reinvented print. woohoo!

via the satorialist

cheetah isn't always just cheesecake diva.
sometimes it's splendid sophistication.

positive pointing # 55: happy to be myself

...because if i am myself then the person who made this card is my father and if that man is my father, then i am happy.

thanks mom and papa, for always making me feel loved by sending me paper mail that arrives in my teeny mailbox. oh how i love mail that i can feel! slide my finger under the corner of that flap so the paper tears just so across the top. (mailboxes are infinitely better than inboxes.)

no matter how awful i am at calling you, your letters are always packed full with love and sunshine and arrive, usually, when i need those two things the most :) the timing is always impeccable.

positive pointing #54: party with my birthday presents!

thank you CHALICE! for my wonderful little somethings that arrived yesterday. thrilled to pieces because
(1) my birthday is still going 23 days later.

(2) i have a yellow, bean shaped (um. cute.) reusable bag with an attached baggie for it to fold into! GENUIS design!

(3) i no longer have to keep all my checks in that cold, creepy, navy blue, wanna-be snake skin cover. so cold and creepy i could never actually keep it in my purse. now i'll carry my checkbook with pride baby. pride.

(4) i have a tin box of dark chocolate covered "nibs". fun to eat, fun to say.

(5) my scarf collection just recieved beautiful new member. i think it's sort of the prom queen of the bunch. making the others a tad jealous.

(6) i can now wear my love for chalice in the form of at hearty, arty little pendant. insert heart swelling with pride here.


getting gifts like these makes me feel endlessly KNOWN. loved.

what gifts have made you feel known & loved?

positive pointing #53: our operation station

usually in the evenings, this is where Eric and I end up.

I adore it.

He works on his print under his decidedly-pixar lamp, scraping away with curious little tools. and I "waste" time on the internet researching countless things that I've been thinking about all day : recipes, craft ideas. I'll catch up on blogs that i like, and just generally pitter-patter all over. taking notes on what i find. all the while, constructing my to-do list for the next day. and every now and then one of us will break the silence with some useless piece of information which usually calls for some amount of action: a slice of cake, a glass of water, a bubbling laugh, a spinning around of my laptop so he can see, a read-aloud.

I know our evenings won't always look like this. The tides and our desires will turn and our evenings will start to look different. we'll commit ourselves to other people, other places, other activities --all lovely in their time.

but for this time, for right now sitting here in the eveings with eric is feeling alot like just what I've been waiting for.

positive pointing #52: newness

It is most definently fall...

I've worn my thick black leggings
I've worn three different scarves
I've pulled the flannel sheet set & all my boots
out of a cardboard box yesterday
and wore my tall, brown pair two days in a row
(never got hot. infact, my toes were still a little cold.)
I've been sweeping yellow leaves out of the store
and craving soup in the evenings

and friday morning, i saw this little scene outside my window
and i knew it could not possibly be any other season but fall:

(yes, that's an acorn between his paws. just about died.)

page from I Wonder by Marian Bantjes

positive pointing # 51: cell phone candids

My cellphones's picture library is stocked full of still-life shots. In fact, the other winter, when I came across an enormous herd of elk in mountains of colorado--just dozens and dozens. I'd never seen an elk, so I could barely breath---I was denied a photograph by my little red phone because I had 'reached my limit'. By the time I'd deleted the proper amount, (pictures of toasters and rocks) the herd, I'm sorry to say, had drifted out of an adequate 'shooting' range. blast.

I never capture faces. Just objects. Arrangements. One after another. I don't know why I take them. I hardly ever send or show them to anyone else. I remember when I got a new cell phone and the red-polo clad, Verizon man told me that they may not be able to transfer all my photos from my old phone to my new one. "what? really? can you try?" I was surprised by hint of anxiety that made my voice squeak a little towards the end of my request and how satisfied I was when almost 30 minutes later, the transfer was a success.

june 12, 2010 - Asheville, NC

I think I could base my entire life, a short novel, the entire interior of my home and maybe even all my hopes and dreams on this shot.

september 19, 2010- Denver CO

the pumpkin seed, lightly salted, could be my new almond.
partly because they may be 1/1000 of the price and just as curiously tasty. not to mention, slightly in-step with the new season.

June 1st 2010 - Denver, CO

The Perfect Petal display window usually makes me stop--or at least slow--making me a perfect target for the steady and resolute stream of forward, 32nd-avenue walkers. It's a little dangerous but so worth the risk.

july 1st, 2010- Cambridge, MD

The first pie that my friend Annie has ever made.
haven't decided if it's completely inspired me or driven me to abandon all my pie-making endeavors completely. Either way, I haven't entertained the idea of pie-making since.

november 8th, 2008 -Philadelphia, PA

A poor little guy whose death gave the gift of a beautiful study on color, shape and line.

May 21, 2009 - Chattanooga, TN

Trying to figure out if TOMS made me feel like a ballerina, a ninja or a nonchalant outdoor enthusiast. in the end, they made me feel loved (as they were a surprise gift from eric during our summer apart)