A while back I promised to share some of Sophie’s images, taken with my (“borrowed”) iPhone. Here are a few taken around the play room and living room on a hot Saturday afternoon. More to come, from other photo shoots.
This is a portrait of Sophie and her BFF Sarah, taken by one of them. I’m not sure which one. In the next week or so I’m going to be sharing photos taken with my iPhone but not taken by me. Mostly by Sophie. She’s got an eye on her, I’ve got to say. Ray […]
I’m sure I mentioned this opening sequence when “Handmade Nation” came to town last year, but now that I’m a video-embedding fool, I’ll share it again.
New goal for this year: make a stop-gap video. I’ve become a total slut for it. And now that I have figured out how to embed video (not to mention use a glue gun and an embroidery hoop, though not at the same time), I’m getting cocky. So watch out. Meantime, enjoy this, which I […]
(The title of this post should not be confused with my recent realization that I really need to buy Annabelle a copy of the book, “Where Did I Come From?”) Until last week, I’d never seen Sophie burst into tears and run from the room sobbing. Now I’ve seen it. Over a whoopee cushion. To […]
What do you get your craftiest friend for her birthday? Crafts, of course. At least, you do if the friend is Gilda, who along with being talented is one of the dearest souls I know — meaning that, among other things, she overlooks holes in the fondant and bumps on the embroidery. (Even though she’s the one […]
Nothing says “summer” (not to mention “over-achieving babysitter” — Courtney and Sophie made these together) like pinwheels.
There is nothing worse than a friend who has vowed not to shop for the entire year. Unless it’s two friends who have vowed not to shop for the entire year. Consider my good friends Robrt and Todd. The other day, Todd sent me an email. Subject line: This is not a Hobby Lobby Coupon… […]
Just what the world needs: another blog. I hope so. A couple weeks ago, we started a culture blog at Phoenix New Times (my day job). It’s called Jackalope Ranch. Given the shit show currently playing itself out on the national stage — starring my home state — it’s frankly nice to write and read […]
