I had a favorite stuffed animal as a child, a dog with a white body and floppy brown ears. My sister and I had the same one, but mine was so worn that the ears were virtually bald. Now it's long gone, and all I have to remember that dog is this one photo that my sister printed a few years ago from the original slide. (That's me on the left when the pup was still new. And really, I have no idea why we were watching TV with the dogs between our legs.)
Kids get so attached to their toys, but it's impossible to try to keep them all for posterity. Here are a few ways to make a lovey last...
What happened to the old-school concept of a simple wall-mounted bookcase with books? A place where you randomly shelve your books, perhaps in genre groupings? Well our design-obsessed world has moved beyond and a bookcase is now as much a focal point as a work of art.
I have a tear sheet of this product hanging on my bulletin board at work. Of course I have no idea where I pulled it from, so I was psyched to find it on the LMNOP blog. I love how simple they are, but what if they were painted with chalkboard paint and you could label your book categories? Love, love.
I know this is not a new idea, but I am still smitten with it. My husband refuses to use the spine color as a reference point to find a book. But as we start packing our books for the move, I'm going to secretly pack them by color. Just in case. Found via Color Me Happy.
"Where's my Catcher in the Rye?," he asks. "Check Idaho." Oh Ohdeedoh!
For the past 10 summers, I have volunteered a week in August to Birch Family Camp, a residential camp program that brings New York City families living with HIV/AIDS to the woods for a week. It is seven real days of respite for these families that live everyday with the realities of illness, poverty, and many of life's devastating trials.
Over the last 6 months, we collected recipes from the camp families and volunteers to put together our version of a family cookbook, S'more to Love. It is full of anecdotes, smiling faces, and of course, delicious recipes from all over the world.
We are a teeny program that really and truly improves the lives and spirits of our campers. We struggle each year to meet our budget so that our campers can shine with glitter and drink bug juice for one more year. $40, the cost of the book, can feed a whole group of campers for a full day. That's nothing, right? Nothing, but everything.
Special thanks to Blurb.com for their generous donation and professional printing.
Apparently I'm a little late to this, but I just found this blog, 1000 Awesome Things, which apparently is also a book which apparently everyone else knows about. (I say this because the site is nearing 10 million hits, won a Webby award, and have been covered by every major news outlet. But still, yes, new to me.)
When I logged on, the most recent post on the site made me say in my head "yes. yes, that really is awesome." Number 587 in the list of 1000 Awesome Things: Taking your ponytail out. Guys, unless you have long hair, you really don't know how freeing this can be. Ladies, you're with me, right?
The drawings above are by Monsieur Cabinet. I'm not sure if he was commissioned to make them or if he just felt moved to do so, but they illustrate what I assume are his favorite Awesome Things. Here are 3 of my faves. (Especially the Q and the U luck.)
#602 Setting the new high score on a video game
#990 Picking up a Q and a U at the same time in Scrabble
This is a terribly strange feeling, talking to absolutely no one. I feel like Christian Slater from Pump Up the Volume preaching without the certainty of anyone listening.
A quick (and short) history of The Violet Hours, as it pertains to me, the writer. I have worked for many years crafting, writing, and creating for other people, and this is my first forum to craft, write, and create for me. We'll see where it takes me.
My title comes from an old book by Bernard DeVoto called The Hour—a humorously written book about the cocktail of all things. But the Violet Hour specifically refers to twilight, or the more commonly known concept of happy hour. It's that fertile time when people are rushing home, when the work day is complete, and time becomes your own to drink, to read, to craft, to breathe.
So...welcome to The Violet Hours, or, rather, thanks for adding me to your already full blog line-up.