Mom Advice

I just had a thought about mom advice. You know, that crazy advice only mothers could think up.


"If you're going to do something stupid, wear a nice shirt... so when the cops take you away and you're on TV, you look presentable."

Got it good

You know you got it good when your boyfriend books a massage for you and says "happy nothing day."


Thesis Crap

So I'm in my first semester of my thesis year in art school. Did I tell you that? I'll graduate in May, granted I don't fail hard.

My working title to my thesis is currently:

Memoirs of Middle Class America.

I would like to address Middle Class America through memoir; telling family stories through visual and written composition.


And then came a table

Oh studio, I need to be working in you far more than I have. There's going to be a good shift of art supplies soon and I am excited to be working on stuff in my own space and have my own brand new table!


You know when...

Your boyfriends coming over and your apartment looks like its usually self (which means a huge freaking mess) and you have to rush to clean it up so he has somewhere to sit but really you just blog instead.

Yeah. Doing that. Right. Now.


Dear Margo and Eric

we had sass.

Dear Margo and Eric,

I really miss you. A lot. And it's weird because I don't miss that son of yours. That is neither here nor there. I miss my second set of parents who called me daughter from the beginning and treated me as part of the family. They took me into their home on holidays, on weekdays and on lazy days. They took me out to dinners, vacations and dairy queen. I miss sitting by the fire and listening to the piano while reading taste of home's holiday edition. I miss acorn cookies and pear cake. White bean chili and fresh salads from the garden. I miss the 15 feet of freezing cold air from the hot tub to the back door. I can still picture so perfectly the fall decorations; the scare crow and the pumpkins. I can still feel every texture in that house. The green carpet under my feet, the way the stools hit the counter top when you turned to quickly, the floral couch that has been long gone.

I miss Eric in the garage tinkering away while listening to Katy Perry. I miss Margo in the sewing room finishing her quilt. I miss talks of the future and how we'll do this and we'll do that. I miss traditions we had started and I hope to start my own. I even miss you nagging me to learn to ski and trying to convince me that I wanted to be up on the mountain.

Your words of wisdom were always right, your hearts were always kind and your love was endless. I know you think of me as I do you and I know whomever entered your life after me will be shown the same hospitality I was.

You're good people. And I will always love you.



I just felt like I had to get some stuff off my chest. I'm applying to Grad school for teaching and I need a couple letters of recommendation. The only teacher I've really known in the last couple of years was my exboyfriends mom, Margo. I can't decide if I should email her or not. I don't know if she would feel comfortable writing a letter of recommendation or not. Do I send a text to the boy and ask if it's ok? I don't think I have to, I have no want to contact him... but I feel like it's a respect thing.

What should I do?


Source: etsy.com via Brittany on Pinterest

The tag under this on Pintrest said "best idea ever". . . Ummm as a print maker this makes me cringe, leave the typecases to TYPE!!!


Dutch Babies

Or in this case, dutch toddler. That thing is way too big to call a baby.

I wouldn't admit this to his face but Mr Jones suggested I make two smaller batches, he was probably right.


Can I have this?

It's like perfect.


Things I like today, John Baldessari

(Google Images)


Studio 6

Ok... technically its studio U6... but it's all mine. Except that TV, someone just left that there. Hopefully some art making magic will happen here in the next couple of months... and hopefully a table and some real chairs will make it in there soon. Can't wait to see it morph into a real working space.


This Summer

Was brought to you by High or Hell Watermelon beer... and Scott.


Party Animals

You don't hear enough about how awesome my boyfriend is... right? Hmmm... I wonder if he realizes he can search himself in my blog. Sorry Mr Jones... Get used to it. :) The rest of you should get used to it as well... that includes you mom. Seriously my poor mother gets to hear every adorable and quirky thing he does. Sorry mom, look.... thats a public apology.

Back to real blogging.

Saturday marked a big occasion... the 2011 Jones Oyster Barbeque. Ok.. I kind of just made that official sounding title up but I think it works so I'm going with it. Also this is an annual event and if i knew exactly how long its been going on for I'd throw that in there too. Its kind of a big deal. Like hundreds of oysters, delicious tuna and salmon. 2 kegs, 2 live musicians(who were good) and like 70 men, women and children bid deal. Mr Jones told me all about it early on in our relationship.... Do you like that I say that like we've been together for years instead of just two months?

I had a really good time talking to a bunch of people I didnt know. Playing flip cup, listening to music, having a heart to heart with Mr Jones Sr. I also had my hair cut and styled by the Mr's fancy cousin... can't beat professional hair the day you meet the boyfriends parents. It was a great way to end summer.

The weathers suppose to cool down now and I can't wait to wear real clothes again and not cut offs and tshirts.


Oh Hey

It's morning. Are you guys up yet?


Art School Girls Are Cute Part II

For reals I love me my girlfriends. Congrats on the house girls, its super cute. And Happy birthday Abigail, you're gonna eat up 22, I know it!

All Photos taken by Heather Chase

Things I like tody, Vanessa Carlton

Have you heard her new album yet? I'm really diggin' it. This song is the sweetest.

"I don't wanna be a bride,
Apologies to your mother,
I wanna be your girl,
and spend this life with you."


First day of school!

Everyone else was posting pictures of their first day of school so I thought I would too.


Dear September

(ugh, only a week of school and my apartment is already covered in junk)

I am so looking forward to the cool nights
I cant wait for warm comfort food
I already miss having "free time"
I hope school takes it easy on me
I love being around friends
I hope the clouds stay away for a couple more weeks
I really want to get some projects done
I'm excited to get my studio up and running
I can't wait to spend more time with Mr Jones


I got this fortune just days before my first date with Mr Jones.... which, yes, took place on a Tuesday. I might have to place more importance on these little fortunes from here on out.