Wednesday, April 16, 2014

apple blueberry elderberry grape

i spent much of yesterday outdoors dyeing these shirts.  and afterward i added hand sewn tags to each,  which you can see over at the shop.  it was windy and sunny and 70 degrees.  it was a good morning.  

i moved into the 1800s farmhouse i now live back in july last year and i'm still discovering the place.  if you've been reading my blog you know i love the field out back.  but yesterday i found some great photo shoot spots around the property.  this old mint green barn door is one of them.  

i think we are going to grow a new vegetable garden here this year and we started pruning the old apple trees in the field.  we attended a blueberry pruning workshop recently so we have pruning on our minds.  there are also a handful of blueberry bushes behind the house as well as grapevines and elderberry and a nice stand of poison ivy!

today we woke up to snow!  but this didn't feel too insulting to me because i had the day before to reinforce the fact that spring really does come.  long winters never last forever.

(ps- if you're interested in more than one dyed top please email me at  if you purchase two or more they're $40 a piece, both the grey/black and indigo shirts.)

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

these are in the shop this morning!

*also, if you're at the shop and wondering if the ship cost (particularly for multiple items) is accurate, just send me an email ( or etsy message with your usa zip or country and i'll give you the proper ship fee.

Monday, April 14, 2014

indigo calico

hi friends! 
a slew of new indigo home goods in the shop.  
and there should be some indigo cotton shirts to be had tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

hey ho

i got 5 of these babies in stock and today i'd love to see them all go to new homes.  
so they're just $25 each.  ok?

Monday, April 7, 2014

today only

25% off cushions and cushion covers
use the coupon code "take25" when you check out.

Friday, April 4, 2014

until the air was gold with dust

more half-moons in the shop

The Coffin Maker
by Ishion Hutchinson
Below his unfinished house,
down almost into the gully,
in the albumen hour of day,
noon, I’d squint hard to see
his barbed-wire frame in its twist
of perpetual hush going back
and forth in the dim room
building those canoe-sized coffins
he’d then stock to a pyre
to rot in the breadfruit shade.
The tiny chiseled cross in the head
of each, his signature, flickered
like ice, a wink that made me
fear that yard, even worse a boy
who had washed his face
with rice water and claimed
to have seen ghosts gathered
at the coffins, weeping, died
suddenly, too sudden, stomped
by an immense runaway truck.
But riveted to what he conjured
at midday out of the wood
he shaved until the air was gold
with dust, the wood marble,
I could not turn, invisible
as I had become, I didn’t break
for it when the lip and spur
drill-bit starred holes to wedge
the man-length sides together
and he curled like a man shuddering
to hammer ½ fluted dowels
in place; afterwards he brushed
a thumb over each closed-up
wound; done, he’d rest, then repeat
his epitaph in wood: the cross
the whole afternoon pulling a new
casket out to the straining kiln.

Monday, March 31, 2014

half moon

i found a bit of dyed popcorn chenille leftover and made half moon pouches, just two.