I am many things and so is this blog. A place for inspiration and also a place to see my mistakes. A place to delve into the personal, but also stay back over there and check out my instagram, it's worth a thousand words.
It's pretty much as cluttered as my mind and my mind is, like, last on my list of things I have to clean out. I mean, have you even seen my closet? My cats sleep in there! And I have trouble throwing things away. Unless I want to and then purge like the wind!
A Contradictory confluence of design ideas and thoughts. Because everything changes. Except pi. Pi is always the same. And who doesn't love pie?
I bought Hartwell some crocs recently. Possibly my least favorite shoes. To me, they look like a disease growing science experiment. Sweaty feet and dirt? Yuck. But Hartwell has Fred Flintstone feet and all the other shoes were too narrow for him. Then, once his brother had a pair, Bee wanted some. I got Bee's at Target. Which Hartwell was very sweet about pointing out,"Yours are from Target. They don't have a strap. Or a crocodile." Scamp. They also forced Bee to walk like a slippered grandpa shuffling toward the boob tube. He kept losing a shoe and didn't want to walk. So there I am, at a ginormous outdoor mall suspiciously devoid of kids shoe stores. (Unless you count Kitson and their $48 adidas). Suddenly, my brain led me to a paper store and a rubber band ball and voila! His shoes stayed on and he could run! Run like the wind!
That rubber band ball is going everywhere with me.