I was having a high anxiety day, so I decided to step away from the computer and get out my watercolors. I started painting clothing for a flyer for Wilder Goods and I couldn’t stop, it evolved into these paper dolls. It unleashed the clothing designer spirit in me. I wanted to share with you all because it’s a really fun and easy project to do with kids, or for yourself.
For the latest in our series ‘Inner Life — Outer Style,’ I interviewed the lovely Esther Sullivan. Esther is a jewelry maker who has truly perfected her craft while staying true to her own unique design sensibility. I met Esther when she started selling her jewelry at our shop last spring. Her studio is just above ours, so I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know her more over the past year. Her studio is such a beautiful expression of
To all those veteran activists out there, to the dedicated souls who have fought long and hard against injustice, to the ones who have made sacrifices for the greater good — I honor you. And more importantly, to those who had no choice but to fight for basic rights or survival, my heart aches for you and I pray for the power to shift in your favor. For some existing is an act of resistance.
I want to watch my grandma wash her face. For me this is akin to saying, I want to be held, I want to be fed, I want to be warmly tucked into bed. Watching her wash her face is one of the pure, primal comforts of my life. I’ve been doing it—sitting on the closed toilet while she stands at the bathroom sink—for as long as I can remember. My grandma was my guardian throughout my infancy
In the tumult of emotions following the election I sought to gain understanding and focus in an otherwise dark cloud. The tarot has always been an aid which has helped me reset and accept insight that I otherwise would not be open to receiving. Ready or not, we’ve got some work to do.
This is the first part of a series called ‘Style Lineage’ — where we explore style in relation to our mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers — as far back as we can see. I got the idea from this amazing book that was gifted to me called, ‘Women in Clothes,’ a philosophy on style. They present a series call ‘Mothers as Others’ where women submit photos of their mothers before they were born and describe what they see. I couldn’t get enough and
Growing up in Bozeman and now living here again, the grizzly bear has always been a cornerstone to my experience of the wilderness that surrounds this town. Whenever I go hiking in the Greater Yellowstone (GYE), with friends and alone, the griz lurks in my imagination. Will we surprise a sow and her cubs? Will this can of bear spray really protect me if I run into a griz feasting upon a carcass? Every year we read horror
A dear friend of mine recently described her new found love for ballet. She felt silly in her enthusiasm because she was a novice and knew nothing about the technical aspects of the dance, she just knew she loved it. That’s how I feel about poetry. There is a naive joy in it for me.
My morning ritual — reading and writing poetry has turned into a form of prayer for me. With the recent change of season, I had a lapse in this precious time. As the chilly air started settling in, I had to find a new space that called to me and allowed me to revel in my dream life just a bit longer. During this lapse, I found myself falling into old patterns. Going straight to my computer and
It’s one thing to learn about a situation from afar. It’s easier to compartmentalize that way — to think that’s awful but it’s happening to them, not me. It’s an entirely different experience to actually feel the energy around a struggle. I experienced this last weekend at the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation. This feels like an opening for me — to step into an uncomfortable story instead of just reading about it. I’ve lived in a mostly comfortable