THERMOS Kanne by Jorg Boner is designed with being on the go in mind. Two mugs fit neatly under a strap until needed. Then the elastic strap itself turns into a handle, in effect converting the entire thermos into a carafe. Brilliant. {via swissmiss}
James Brown’s (no, not that James Brown) Bags print is so much sweeter and more polite than the automated announcements played over plane intercoms today. Each one is printed by hand in his East London studio, then signed and dated. {via The Bedlam of Beefy}
The Swiss Spice Salt and Pepper shaker was created to withstand all sorts of climates and conditions without clumping. Which is really just the icing on the cake when you see the stellar design.
Broad Street has the sort of jewelry that looks like it came from your grandmother. But so, so much better and fashionably sustainable. The Mysteries of Love bracelet is my favorite piece in their shop at the moment.
The Japon jewelry box looks like a mini-boom box circa 1980s. And it would be equally at home in my office organizing supplies as in my closet organizing jewelry. Dual-functionality always get extra points from this girl.
What started months ago as a collaboration between Caroline and I of all things awesome in Oklahoma City has finally come to fruition in the form of the Oklahoma City Guide! Hop on over to Design*Sponge to see it in all it’s glory. (And if we forgot something you love let us know!)
it was one of those morning-nights. the sort of night when a tipsy moon must’ve handed out lighters to all the cool stars. hazy in my memories and just as forever never-ending.
she’d been gone for two days, which was exactly two days and maybe an hour of argument as long as my parents hadn’t smiled and my stomach had ached. my sister was a thief that way, stealing our happy when we weren’t watching.
but i wouldn’t make that mistake again, i promised my seven-year old self. i would watch more closely from now on. i promise. so there i waited, at the top of the stairs, for one more chance to watch her again. i’ve never been one to wait, not at seven and not at now. i’ve, however, always been one to sleep away sadness, and it must’ve been my dad’s shouts that shocked me awake. a double-shock, because that guy never yelled.
“i’m gonna to trade you for a dog!”
{gasp!}
i’m getting a dog? and just like that, all was well. who cared about my sister? i mean, i’d miss her, but…
“…and then i’m gonna shoot the dog!”
“NOOOOOO!” i flew from my perch, landing in a clump of sobbing me at the bottom of the stairs. “my puppy! my puppy! don’t kill my puppy!”
my sister hiccoughed. steadied herself. then giggled. my dad scooped me up and my mom smoothed my unsmoothable hair, and they all smiled at my tears and delusion. didn’t i remember? i was allergic to dogs.
and just like that, all was well. we would be keeping my sister. not trading her for a dog. not trading her for the world.
this isn’t just a hazy childhood memory. i know this because my sister was a thief her entire life. she stole our happy forever never-ending when she died.
written by karey mackin. one half of t.ruffles. if you haven’t ordered an imaginary friend mini print/note card collection, you should. and if you haven’t read her blog, mackin ink, well, you’re missing out.
Posted In guest post, wordThis week’s Picture Its are going to be overflowing with heart imagery. Starting in 3… 2… 1…
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My patience is on a short leash, so these lovely fabric flowers are most likely outside my realm of sanity. But wouldn’t it be lovely to make a dozen or so and turn them into pins for friends on Valentine’s Day? I think so. (For those of you braver than I, there’s a great tutorial to lead the way.)
