Archives for category: design

Dear Wee One:

You loved school at the end of day one:

The start of day three? Not so much.

There was much screaming and flailing on your part. There was vast amounts of sensitivity and professionalism on the teachers’ part. I got all shifty eyed and felt guilty.  Then, I got over it and thought of ways to make the journey to school a distracting adventure.

I think we should bike to school. We are so close to school, that I could throw you there with a little strength training. BUT, there is no gate out of our complex in that direction. The hike to the gate and back is more than I think a toddler and a sleepy mommy can manage.

What about a bike?

Easy. Go buy one (or better yet, make my bike nerd go buy one for me).

Where would we hide it?

More difficult. Luckily, there are some suggestions today (in addition to the bike nerd’s home he shares with his patient wife and toddler) on ApartmentTherapy.

Ye ole cogs are a turning in the brain matter.




Dear Suzy:

Congratulations to you for finishing your UFO. Congratulations to me for stumbling across it.

Paper starry night


The Paper Admirer

Dear Molly:

Congrats on the 100th post! I am glad SOMEONE I know was blogging while I was too busy to do so. Your work is inspiring. And, it looks good on my blog.

Molly at rocks her casbah!

Check my girl out:


Dear AndOtherAdventures:

As you know, I like to pretend shop. I find things that I would purchase as gifts for my friends if I had the budget. Rather than curse my budget, I send a link (if online) of the gift and and say, “don’t you wish I had more WAM?” Walking Around Money is awesome.

For my bookishest friend, I would give this sassy purse:

Willis the Pilot has a cool thing going on.

You are welcome.


Dear Sarcasm:

I hope you are not lonely, but I have had a very productive day. And not just one of those “check list” days, but an excelling sort of day. Except for the tantrum management, but we have Elmo, Dora, Calliou to thank for the help there.

I am officially ready for employment. Yes. I. Am.

2. I worked out with the “A Team” today for 1.25 hours. They do not drive a custom van, but they are most certainly not the “B Team” with whom I typically train. I did not die AND I am functioning well enough to type… or so I think.

3. A cheap fix worked! With a joint effort from Mr. Cleen, my 1.99 fix to replace yellowed, 40+ year old light covers looks awesome. Yes, these are low temperature bulbs and a high temperature placemat. I love the lemon grass reflected in the mirror. The color is more like a lemon grass than the intense green in my pictures. Also, there are no tiny aliens or fairies living in the bath. Just super effects from my super phone case (again, not sarcasm).

Tonight, Sarcasm, you sleep alone.



Dear baby:

These pictures still make me giggle seven months later. You had such a great Halloween. And, I am am grateful that my mother’s costuming skills was not on a recessive gene.

Swim little goldfish, swim!


Dear Patrick Chirico:

I imagine that your target audience for this design may not have included children. Being a mother of an imaginative, hotmatchwheelsbox car collecting child, these pillows are desirable for myself and my baby. Why do toys have to be so obviously toylike (and often times hideous)?

Found at DesignPublic.

Thank you for the playfulness!

P Gnome

Dear Maison Plastique:

I sometime use the phrase “It tastes like candy!” to convince my toddler to eat something new. It is often a true statement, although a bit backwards. I feel like grapes most likely preceded candy, but that is a technicality really.

YOU taste like candy. I know it. But, I feel like I should visit you just to make sure. I will bring a small army of girlfriends to confirm my results. Accuracy is key.


Your truly,


Dear Vivian:

I love you.

Too, soon? Perhaps. But, I am the honest sort.

Your chair takes my breath away.

Never thought I’d say that.

More please,


Dear ladybug:

I like your environment. It looks lovely. Did you know that I spent 4 months traveling Europe studying green spaces in urban environments? I think your bit-o-green is perfect and just might have to recreate it for my very own ladybug, or micro gnome since I am far more likely to have one of those guys handing out around my desk.



Desk Jockey

Dear void:

I am collecting my thoughts which these days is exactly like that EDS commercial about herding cats. And yes, I can remember an advertisement from 2001. Just don’t ask me for my mobile number.

I like to make things. That seems simple, but it isn’t. I like to make all kinds of things. Baby blankets, websites, friends, music, Internet finds, beautiful environments, thriving gardens, discoveries while traveling, Eka Pada Rajakapotasana, meatballs, sarcasm, paintings, sand castles and .5g as I start at a green light.

An example of an Internet find? I would be happy to explain. Take for instance:

Luminous XVI Chandalier

This chandelier makes me happy. It is clever. It is well executed. It makes me miss my days in architecture studio. It makes me miss making.

So, I am going to get back to it. The mommie gig is awesome, but I am spending less time slicing each grape in half. Perhaps I can allocate that time saved elsewhere…






Dear society:

Why must we shame the illegitim?

All we need is love and some caffeine to jump start my brain out of 5th grade.



Dear Tatooine:

Thanks for being so inspiring!


Jeremy Messersmith – Tatooine from Eric Power on Vimeo.


Ms. Bauman:

If it were not illegal in Texas to sport such a beautiful piece, this would be on my wish list for year twelve. I know that traditionally, linen is year twelve. But, I do not iron anymore.



P Nut

Dear eyes:

Thank you for delivering this exquisite paper craft art to my brain.

Tobias Putrih is wonderful.



Dear hubarino:

You typically send me email from Account A. Tonight, you sent me a message from Account B. Account B utilizes avatars. It has been so long since you sent an Account B email that I forgot your avatar was this:

Taco Cat

Thank you for making me spittle the screen a bit.



Dear baby product manufacturer:

SERIOUSLY. DUDE. Why do all sippy cups leak? Get it together.

As for me, I got it together over at andotheradventures, where I guest posted today.

Happy freaking Friday,

Spillage P

Dear Colleen:

You get it. You still love the smell of old book pages. You love the accessibility of information that the Internet provides whilst morning the decline of our libraries. When you daydream about a topic other than you family or traveling, it is usually about the perfect, private library.

I hope, then, that you enjoy this superbly sexy library desk:

More photos at

I could spend days running my fingernail over the edges of the pages. Yay for recycling! Yay for giving these books a second life supporting the circulation of other books.

The circle of life,


Dear CompuServe:

You have served me well.

Much thanks over the long, long years,


Dear friends and family:

If you are looking for me, I’ll be at the salvage yard looking for a washing machine. If you think I am joking, you know me not.

I like pretty objects that others might overlook. But I LOVE others who see the beauty, too. Or at least the utility in the objects. Or just hated their cruddy washing machine.

Junk yard,

P Dawg