Envelopes, especially from junk mail, make for great scratch pads — to dos in a pinch, emergency grocery lists, don’t forget I love you notes. But man, Mikey Burton has taken it to the next level with his 100 Envelopes project.

For those times you when you’d rather just judge and skip the rest, Monkey’s Paw has a wonderful curated collection of the funny and weird from their bookstore

For as long as I can remember I’ve loved horror movies. Maybe like a lot of kids the interest was born of morbid fascination — forbidden fruit as I walked down the video store isle and we as a family consistently walked briskly passed. I would occasionally take a detour back through the array of suggestive covers and imagine storylines based on the still sneak preview. So much to imagine and the 80’s were ripe with potential.

The other day someone with the screen name “Independent Mom” submitted feedback in the Admission Area. The form doesn’t capture contact info and I have no other way to respond. I didn’t want to go without recognizing her feedback though — soul-baring, guilt ridden, melancholy yet still hopeful. 

At this point it's almost an obligatory post introducing the Color of the Year. If there was any fanfare it died down almost two months ago, unless you really love this color, and in that case it has nothing to do with Pantone's annual announcement. But hey, it's a tradition around these parts so here we are. 

It all started with a song...

I don't remember how I heard it but "You Only Live Twice" by Nancy Sinatra was playing in the living room.

In 2007 I worked all the time and did little else. Any creative endeavors I once had long been dormant or forgotten. After a break up that same year I felt broken and unmoved. In an effort to pick myself up and challenge myself -- to learn, to do, to at the minimum

Trying to distill postpartum emotions into only four distinct feelings is no easy feat. For one, where pregnancy looniness ends and baby induced brain fatigue begins is blurry -- there's a lot of overlap, and my aim in this was to capture all of the changes triggered by the birth of my little girl. 

Now chronicling thematic visual finds as they accidentally intersect on Pinterest. 

We listen to a lot of music in our house. Half of it breezes right past my ears. It really wasn't until Edie started stopping in her tracks, ending some pretty ferocious concentration, to wave her arm back and forth (sometimes Maya Rudolph style dance moves

I admit that when I first read about the release of a new Polaroid camera I thought this was wholly independent of the Impossible Project. Why does that matter?

I have a few hoarding weaknesses. Despite existing inventory, space, or need -- show me a chair, a glass, a purse -- there is a strong gravitational pull to buy. I try to exercise a lot of restraint and have gotten better as I've gotten older. Shiny though...