My heart (and my lobster) was left in Paris

So, I'm $75 richer (and per my parents, smarter) for having left Lobster Girl for someone else at the Paris Flea Market, but even now–4 months later–I still get a little sad about not having bought her.

My friend Jenny would have approved of the purchase.

I suppose this is a mark of success

Last night as I was going to bed I noticed this bump on my wrist, presumably from dragging it across the desk as I moused my way through my website redesign.

All I can figure is that it's the 21st Century version of that really gross bump I had on my middle finger all the way through grade school.

For the love of Onesies, An Update

It seems as though all the creative pre-baby-fashion-planning has paid off, as Call makes his first editorial photo debut in one of our signature looks.

It seems as though I have a thing for birds

I was playing around with my friend's camera the other day, taking photos of real work for my portfolio, when I started getting obsessed with the short-focus capabilities of the camera and started going hog-wild in my apartment: "EVERYTHING looks better with a short-focus lens!"

And now as I'm going through iPhoto, I see that there is definitely a collection of birds inhabiting my little piece of atmosphere.

Here's to summer in the south

And my very first coozie design. I feel very southern right about now.

I'm proud to be an American

The underbelly of the wedding world

Note the time: 12:04am. On a Friday night.