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This milk jug just completely freaked me out and slapped me in the face really hard. Ouch.

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September? Sept. Tem. Ber!? I was perfectly happy in book deadline denial until I went into the kitchen to pour a tall cold glass of distraction. And right there, printed at just the right angle for my eyes, and in the snootiest rub-it-in-my-face font, my milk screamed September. Seriously? September is just one drink-by date away!? Oh geez. I gotsta do what I gotsta do, and I may be a bit quiet here for another week or two to do it. Maybe a photo here or there. I almost always think of a zillion things to blog when I decide I need to not blog for a bit. I'll try to keep a list & get to them after my deadline....ooohpp-no, no I won't, I don't have time to keep a list. You see, there I go. Be back soon. (It should be noted that, sell-by dates aside, the milk is likely a much better choice of book-writing fuel for a nursing mother than all the late night hooch snacks that got me through the first book. I am learning.) xo, anna

3 months

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I should begin this meeting with the bottom lip. This is Roman's bottom lip. Should you begin a conversation with Roman when he's not quite ready for your face or the sounds coming out of your loud mouth he does this bottom lip thing. To all of us. Even me, his favorite. In certain situations (like singing to Prince really weird right in his face) the bottom lip will turn out even further and then his whole face turns into a big red crying raisin. But usually after some intense bottom-lip-thinking on his part...... ...his face turns into this, for only the fortunate. If you're stupid enough to get really excited about the smile, and show such in a squeal or any other abnormal sound you might be right back at the bottom lip again in a split second. This is just one of the emotional adventures of a 3 month old. I have unfortunately pointed out the phenomenon to the other children and a favorite thing to do now is see if they can freak him out enough to cry. I know

Sometimes I Stitch

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And stitch. And stitch. I then I go off to do other things but I think about stitching as I'm doing the other things. Then I finally get back to stitching after I've done other things for about seven minutes. When I'm stitching I'm not emailing. I'm not texting. I'm not talking. I'm not writing. Not negotiating. Not invoicing. Not shipping. Not receiving. Not cutting. Not even sewing . I'm stitching. I don't know what I would do without it. I'd go do the other things, I guess, and maybe be just a little less happy. I dare say I would know myself less, too. Stitch, I love you, don't ever leave me. your friend, Anna

last light tonight

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A shower, one last nursing for the night and then I'm calling it. goodnight, anna

Greg + Amy (+ Amy's Granny) Are So Cool

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** We recently sent some Studio Scraps to a very happy customer who let us know (in the customer comments section, no less) that she would be using said scraps as part of her wedding decor. We couldn't have imagined it more beautifully, and I was thrilled to receive images of the wedding. ** Looking through the photos, (which you can find more of at the photographers' website -stunning!) it was evident that every piece of this day was put together with love....from this image of Amy's Grandmother imparting her wisdom to the guests.... ** ...to the gorgeous quilts made by Amy's great-grandmothers and aunts that softened the hay bales seating everyone. I'm pleased as spiked wedding punch that my fabrics were the teeny-tiniest part of such a day. Perfect. Run off and be happy now, you two gorgeous people! xo,Anna **all photos by thenichols and used with permission :: wedding also featured here

A Change

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To avoid eye-rolling and a verbal lashing I had to secretly shoot this through a window (and a few trees). To be fair it was a virtual 100 degrees yesterday and that tire jack wasn't the only cranky thing out there. They may still retroactively kill me for this. Its just that I think they'll also thank me one day. Not entirely the point, really, but I'm thanking me for taking these photos. I have my favorite capture of Summer 2009 (although this one is a tie for first). What's yours? Photographed or remembered..... xoxo,Anna

Handmade Beginnings...

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photo by angela crutcher ......is the name of my next book. And this book is the project that has had me captivated for almost a year now (and has had me dropping hints either with words or pictures here , here , here ....hmmm here , oh and here too.) Last September while working with my publisher on the second book concept ( yes, before the first book was even published-it often works like that ) I learned that I was pregnant. I found myself even more inspired to make the book that I'd already had thoughts and some sketchbook scribbles about. Even earlier, as I wrote Seams To Me, I kept thinking of another book that could be devoted solely to welcoming a baby into the world- a book that would celebrate the anticipation, the arrival, the mother, the father, the siblings and give everyone in the baby's life, including the baby, of course, a place and a project. I have so many feelings about mo