graphics

I’m really loving these large, graphic prints by Banquet Atelier & Workshop. I would love to see them mixed in a (very) curated gallery wall, in my future house that has wide, expansive hallways. Maybe framed in antiqued copper frames, with some pretty typography prints nearby? Add a zinc letter from Anthropologie (or we would make our own because who pays $100 for a letter?) and perhaps, if it’s not too overdone, this tortoise shell, for good measure (I’ve been coveting the antlers from West Elm for a year or more now… but the tortoise shell is pretty cool, too)

Thoughts?

all images via banquet atelier & workshop

copywriting, and a few other things.

Not to be a nerd, but… (oh my gosh, can you even believe I’m starting a post with that??)

this is some copy-writing I’m about to share with you.

I was born & raised in rural Australia, and I’m now running Sideshow Sign Co. from my second home in Nashville, Tennessee.  As owner and Senior Designer at Whiskey Theatre Design Co., I have been working with vintage typography and design for print for the last ten years.  I got my education and RMIT in Melbourne and on some of the oldest printing presses in Australia at an old collectors warehouse in the industrial suburbs of Footscray.  These days I am working to bring the type off the page, exchanging the office for the workshop, and carpal tunnel and coffee breaks for splinters and tetanus shots.

Sideshow Sign Co. specializes in giant throwback vintage prints and light-up marquee letters influenced by the entertainment industry, science, and antiquarian educational material. Everything I make is carefully aged and expertly wired, made from fine art canvas or salvage wood and bent steel, speed rusted and banged-up proper.

- sideshow sign co.

Why I love it:

1. It’s effortless branding

2. It’s personable (I mean, don’t you want to be friends with the guy? or at least buy a vintage sign from him?)

3. It’s smart and playful

4. It’s about images and evoking the senses… i.e. “…exchanging the office for the workshop, and carpal tunnel and coffee breaks for splinters and tetanus shots.”

Oh man, I hope he’s not like Kashi cereal and owned by a big corporation that churned out fake-authentic copy in a “real” voice. Do you think? He seems legit to me. Let’s go with the less cynical Emily and say that this is him- this is his voice, not written by a PR team or even an ad agency (unlikely? gah. I know). This is why I love small business owners. Authenticity.

Call me crazy, but I’m starting to think most businesses are run by people who are too used to telling too many white lies. It’s easy to get jaded, to get sucked in – I know this. I still have hope that there are people who are kind, who want to run their business with the mindset – from top down – “I will do this the right way. Even if it’s uncomfortable, or embarrassing. I will be honest and I will make the right decision.” I actually knew a company run by people who felt that way. They had a culture of trust, honesty and respect. The ownership was never threatened by smart people. They hired them and listened to them. I know too many people in their 20′s and 30′s who are stuck at work – feeling defeated. It’s easy to see how years of that will wear on a person.

I love when people write about my generation – the millennials, they call us – even when they write nasty things about us. We’re stubborn, tech-savvy and entrepreneurial-minded. We want it all, from the house on the beach to the safe, artistic communities and sushi dinners. And then we want to be done with work for the day. Unless it’s our own business. Then we probably won’t stop working. Because of technology. And the changing ways we communicate. And because we are resourceful and can multitask.

See, none of those things seem that bad to me. Of course I’m entrepreneurial-minded – you should want me because I’m going to be thinking both big-picture strategy and short-term execution. Of course I’m tech-savvy, and I communicate in different ways. Doesn’t mean I didn’t grow up speaking in front of my peers or adults – I can do that pretty well, thank you. I am resourceful and a great writer because I grew up with things like AOL, and I can remember researching polar bears on the internet when I was in fourth grade (and, crazily enough, I read books!). My ability to problem-solve is no doubt related to growing up with computers and it means I pick things up quickly. I like to be valued, respected. I like my opinions to matter, because I know I’m smart, and I don’t need to preface my statements with how many years I can put behind them.

It’s the part of me that wishes I had traveled the world – or the country – before settling down. The part of me that wants a giant, script tattoo on my arm. And the part of me that identifies with the makers out there – the artisans, the ones who are forging their own path. I was in a paper store this weekend, and while pretty, everything was so corporate. Their big card lines were from these massive companies and all of their organizational items were from just one brand. What a missed opportunity, in my mind. So many people and artists are creating such beautiful things these days. You can choose to cultivate, to shop or buy from someone like the gentleman from Sideshow Sign Co., and help push a little more independence back out into the universe. We don’t all need to get swallowed up, you know?

With that note… I’m off to bed. I’ve got an early morning yoga class where I’ll be focusing on breathing and staying in the present. Clearly something I need to apply to other elements of my life…

Have a good night, all. Thanks for reading, as always.

xo

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preserve

I have no doubt that had we stayed in Bay Village, Ohio, our backyard would have had quite the garden this summer. We probably still wouldn’t have painted those final closet doors… but we would have been growing fruits & veggies (and warding off the deer that used to sleep in the yard).

I suppose we could still make some homemade jam/preserves without actually growing the fruits ourselves, though. My mom makes raspberry jam every… August? (late summer, mom?). She stirs the bubbling red berries in a giant pot all day long (I can still remember the sweet, sticky smell in our kitchen!) I used to help her gather all the mismatched jars she kept in the basement for this very occasion. I found came across this post by Fig & Fauna about canning, and my interest was piqued; I mean, Strawberry Honey Jam? I can’t think of much that wouldn’t go well with…

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also, these Strawberry Serrano Pepper Preserves from Honest Fare have looked appealing for quite some time… I used to buy homemade pepper jelly at the farmer’s market back in Ohio throughout the summer.

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If you’re like me, though, you may not get your act together to make some jam until after strawberry season… in that case, how about Fig Jam with Lavender, Thyme and Walnuts? This one comes from My New Roots.

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I think I’m going to have to call my mom for her raspberry jam instructions. And then buy some fancy cheese and nice bread and have a party. Or perhaps I’ll say I’m having a party but really it’ll just be me and Dave, eating cheese and jam and bread like the song until we’re sick… happy, but a bit sick to our stomachs. But it’ll be worth it. mmm. Pictures to follow. The “friends” came later- just remember.

weekend recap

A new book – I told you I would get it! It’s chock-full of stationery designers and letterpress printers – old (to me) and new (to me). I can’t wait to read about more international designers and perhaps discover a few new favorites.

Is there anything better than berries in the summertime?

He didn’t know she decided to sunbathe in his spot just as he was laying down… (sneaky girl, that Maisie)

A well-placed sign in front of Starbucks led to this bad decision (but it was so, so good)

A new Anthropologie candle… not as fragrant as my usual Voluspa’s, but still super-pretty.

Little cherry tomatoes!

A package all ready to go (if only I would have had washi tape- that black paper is made for it, I think) & a cute father’s day card I bought at Paper Source (I thought it was from Smudge Ink, but it doesn’t say so online and I’ve already put it in the envelope… oops)

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Weekends go by far too quickly. We went for our usual Saturday morning walk up to Zada Jane’s, laid out to try to even out some tan lines (from working out! who woulda thought, huh?), and splurged on “cheat day” with some margaritas and guacamole at Paco’s Tacos. I may have [angrily] mentioned my bad knees in a past post… and I spent a lot of time with bags of frozen corn on them this weekend. Long story short, this is due to a snowboarding injury 1.5 years ago… that was never really handled well- by me, or the three doctors I saw about it. Now I’m seeing a very aggressive doctor, which is what I need in order to do what they tell me to do, and I start PT next week. It means I’m no longer doing 1.5 hour long yoga classes on the weekends, which bums me out, but I know that the hour long weekday classes are hard enough for these joints to handle right now. Anyway- the exciting part is that I had a moment this weekend where my knees looked the smallest they have looked in over a year (according to Dave), so I must be on the right track. As he put it – “your knees looks like womens’ knees, again… not so beastly today!” (so sweet, isn’t he?)

Other big news- I bought Dave his anniversary present way in advance, and I’m giddy because I’m SO bad with gifts but all weekend he’s been talking about how he wants exactly. what. I. got. him. Ahhh – it feels good to be this good.

I also downloaded two books and finished exactly half of each one this weekend. In golf (and most sports, really), I tend to lose interest about halfway through (and I only play 9 holes…). At the 5th hole I’m ready for some lemonade or a beer and a patio somewhere, and I’m that way with books as well. If it’s not grabbing me by the mid-point, I shrug and set it down… never to pick it up again. It’s awful, because I’ve always been a voracious reader – and, um, was an English Literature major – but I can disengage frighteningly fast. I also realized how awful most authors are these days… that whole “show don’t tell” rule is easily forgotten when describing a woman’s emotions. At the risk of sounded completely self-important, I think I just need to avoid any writer who was inspired by Twilight, the Hunger Games & anything Nicholas Sparks.

On that pop culture note, tonight is the night I’ve been dreading since we cancelled cable… True Blood starts up again. I may watch season 1 just to rub salt in my wounds. Anyone watching tonight? I’m still scheming for ways that I can watch it this season…also, I wanted to end this post with the trailer for the new season… but that may scare the people in my life who don’t watch it since it looks like a blood-soaked horror series (which it sort of is).

Hope your weekend was wonderful, friends – I’m off to chain-watch either Felicity on Netflix or season 1 of True Blood…

xo

smiles & sweets

Maisie, at Zada Jane’s for Saturday breakfast, loving life.

I’ve mentioned that my computer/internet has been awful recently. Well, we learned just how awful tonight when Time Warner officially came out and gave us a new router, a new modem and checked our speed before/after all this. Before – download speed was averaging .53 After – download speed is 7.

Long story short, I will have a much better time blogging, internet-ing and streaming Dawson’s Creek re-runs moving forward.

Also, since we’re on a diet – er – I mean, we’re changing our eating habits/lifestyle… I’ve been craving all sort of bad things. Like coconut macarons, chocolate cake, cheesecake, wine & salted caramel anything. This doesn’t really satisfy my sweet tooth, but they’re pretty to look at, no?

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Normally I’m not even a sweet-tooth girl; I prefer salty snacks and starchy pastas to chocolate nearly every day… but oh, what I wouldn’t give for a souffle oozing with a warm blackberry compote…

lunchtime find: smudge ink notecards

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What a pretty notecard set, don’t you think? I don’t even like carnations usually – but these are carnations I could love. The pink ruffles against the blue background is so striking to me… and what a pretty gift it would make (perhaps paired with some little dessert or something- like coconut macaroons or a box of colorful macarons?)

I think – maybe – just maybe, these will be my next set of cards. I love that they feel summery – they take me back to the Cleveland Yachting Club, wearing a sundress and sipping lemonade next to the water…

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morning paper finds: gift wrap

When I was in college, my mom would send me little gifts nearly every week. Sometimes they were new outfits, or sometimes they corresponded with a certain sorority party theme (legwarmers for the upcoming 80′s party) … and sometimes it was just a little something to let me know she was thinking of me. Trips to the mail center were always a highlight, and I loved walking away from my mailbox with cards and a package or two.

Now that I live away, I need to be a little more on my game when it comes to sending gifts to allow for delivery on – or before – the holiday. For as much as I love paper, I’ve always felt that I’ll be a real adult once I finally keep and send birthday and anniversary cards ahead of schedule for family & friends (sadly, I’m just not there yet). However, I am getting better; last weekend I picked up a father’s day present, and this weekend I need to find a card and some way to package it so that I can send it on Tuesday (my unofficial mailing day- my team gets coffee at Dilworth Coffee in the mornings and there’s a little storefront right down from there called Dilworth Packing Co., where the woman mails my packages for me and chats with me about Charlotte)

I was browsing through Smock Paper and saw the pretty 2-sided wrapping paper designs, which I love. It makes for coordinating packages (which would mean I need to find another something to send to my dad, too… hmm…) – maybe this weekend I’ll stop by Paper Twist to pick up a pretty piece of paper and a card for my father’s day gift…

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color

I wasn’t trying to connect the two posts (but see how quickly my moods change!) It all started when I spotted the Trina Turk collection for Banana Republic:

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and continued when I saw this chartreuse monogrammed bracelet…

via anthropologie

I love how these magnets would liven up any stainless steel fridge (and would make a fun gift to pair with a bottle of wine as a hostess present?)…

via girl of all work

I realized this would be a perfect gift for a new baby (especially one with a cool name):

via ampersand design studio

And, just like that, I was surrounded by color. Here are a few other things catching my eye lately:

color blocked sweaters from the knit kid, via oh joy

neon done right… pinterest

christian siriano spring/summer 2012 – pinterest

pillows via pinterest

my dream backyard, I think. pinterest

the cream LA had tons of neon fun going on (photo by joielala)

p.s. every time I think I find a favorite photographer (wildflowers photography is definitely top 3 for me…) I find a new one. just look at joie lala’s website – their boudoir photography, which usually creeps me out a bit, makes me feel like I would look like a GQ model in their lens.

the first picture of the pretty blue sky and lace veil makes me want to get married at least 5 more times… I would post some pictures here, but I feel like photographers are extra-funny about sharing their work so I don’t want to get in trouble.

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I’ve had this song, and scene, stuck in my head for a few days now. This movie reminds me of high school- being 15 and 16 and driving with the top down in my friend’s convertible, standing at the beach in the late summer and watching the waves lap up on the sand.

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I think I could sit here, listening to that song and others like it, and perhaps write a novel. or at least a book of poetry. you?

well…

Our internet takes 5 minutes to download 1 iphone picture

wordpress won’t recognize that a picture has been rotated, and won’t save an image I rotate in wordpress

we ate (a lousy) dinner at 8pm (so I did not take my pain pill I was just prescribed until 2 minutes ago)

my knees are alternating between throbbing & stinging pain from the two cortisone shots I received this morning (hence the pain pill)

my new yogitoes towel came today… which is salt in the wound as I doubt my knees will recover enough by 6am tomorrow for yoga

and, worst of all – we have no wine in the house.

Suffice it to say that I’m not a happy girl right now.

Any remedies for a night such as this? I’m alternating between tea, a bubble bath & Dawson’s Creek season 1 on Netflix.

I promise to be a better blogger tomorrow. Or maybe on Wednesday. Seriously, I have a recipe for almond meal blueberry pancakes I’ve been dying to share with you guys. Maybe I’ll even have Dave take some pretty pictures of them(!)

Some thank-you’s to hopefully spread some positivity in the world: I am thankful that my knees may finally be on the mend. I am thankful for my husband, who helps with dinner and clean-up constantly, and my sweet dog Maisie, who braced herself gently on my shin as she licked my knees when I arrived home today (she knew- she really did). I am thankful for ripe strawberries, which is a perfect dessert when one does not have ice cream at home.

Off to watch Dawson & Joey lament their woes in Capeside (Wilmington).

xo