As part of the summer blog tour celebrating my friend Lisa‘s new book A Collection A Day, I thought it only fitting to share with you a small part of one of my collections: vintage typewriter ribbon tins. I’ve always loved a typewriter: the clickety sounds, the return bell (ding!), announcing that a new paragraph
Both of my parents are retired teachers, and to be honest, I never ever expected to follow in their footsteps. Yet after saying “Yes!” to leading a workshop in Portland last week, I will announce: I am 100% addicted to teaching others. There were hiccups. My confidence was shaky and my sensitivity came out in
Sweet Jonathan sent me the latest copy of his pub, At Your Leisure, and if it doesnt’ scream Erin, I don’t know what does. Thanks, Jon!
A few months ago, I wrote a post about how I was trashing my life list. It became joyless, and the second things become joyless for me, I’m out the door. (I’m also really good at quitting things. It’s both a blessing and a curse, trust me.) Anyway, a sweet reader emailed me a few
Dear readers, friends and lovers: My father-in-law passed away yesterday, in the wee hours of the morning. For those of you who know me well, you’ll know that my husband and I moved from Los Angeles to the midwest to be closer to our families. For the past almost-three years, we’ve been living with our
Because I still haven’t unpacked all of our boxes after our crazy month of April, I’ve been living on a few pairs of pants and the above tops for the last three weeks. And you know what? It feels fantastic. I’ve got the basic separates: plaid, stripes and solids — what more do I need?
… in no particular order. 1. Moms are nice and not at all scary. 2. If you delete Ghost Radar app from your phone, it will manifest into someone else’s head and take over their mind for a 36 hour time period. (Thank you, Alice.) 3. You can put cotton candy on top of mousse
Fieldguided Tote, $20 I woke up this morning feeling… restless. I can’t put my finger on any other emotion than that one, and I think it stems from the trashing of my life list. I mean, sure, I have goals. But how many of my goals are for myself — and how many are for