This weekend brought much loss.  My little sister's dad passed away. It was not sudden, he has been terminally ill. There is so much to deal with, unfortunately even beyond the grief.  There are big changes happening with my family. I will be back when things slowly clear up. xo

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Dear Studio On Fire,

Isn't it bad enough that I have had to live my life without your Compassion letter press poster? And now, you have had to go and make a Birds of Sadness letterpress poster.

Just, in the future, try and keep it to one poster at a time that I can't live without. Thanks, Jamie

Bryan Nash Gill

Two days after graduating we did one of the most important things on my post graduation to do list; camping.

We have always fancied ourselves the type who *like* camping, but, you know, never really do. [There was one instance in mexico involving the lack of chairs, argentinean animal sounds, and the baja 500, but that is a long and unfortunate story.]

So last year our folks gave us a cash christmas gift to buy our own camping gear. Hello REI used gear sale, you are my best friend. I highly recommend. We got everything we need, way higher quality than we could have otherwise afforded, at amazing bargains.

Inspired, I brought a few pretty things like vintage table cloths, a handmade quilt [hello, wedding present] and candles. I mean hey, car camping, right?

I did a lot of guilty pleasure reading. Ben strummed his guitar. We swam in a different creek every day. We hiked, and we sat around a lot too.

It was one of the best trips we have ever had.

PS. You. Californians especially; you have BEEN to Yosemite, RIGHT? SRSLY. Go. NOW.

Feathers. Mossy licheny growth. Crystals and pretty stones. Can't get enough of em. It kind of worries me. At least I know I'm not the only one.

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Ben and I were watching a bio on Johnny Depp last night [my husband has an inexplicable love for hollywood bio's] and when I saw this image from his first wedding I almost fell of my chair.  Please note the tie. 

So yeah. I expected to get home Sunday night and start full swing blogging by Monday morning. But real life has been, to say the least, intense and very difficult.  As evidence I show you an image of my unpacked bag sitting on our bedroom floor that I just took. Um, I'm the girl who unpacks the moment she gets home.  We got home Sunday. It's Wednesday.  Plus I think I am having weird anxiety about blogging after being away so long.  I'll get there.