You know one thing I miss about working in an office? Cake days. Birthdays, new babies, going aways, work anniversaries– any excuse to have an afternoon cake break in the lunch room. I was always amazed by how having…
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It’s happened again. We’ve turned over the calendar page to a new month. February is such a short & sweet month, isn’t it? It’s here and then over before we know it, but while it remains, it’s filled with…
If you’ve been reading the blog for a while, you might have caught on that Mr. F and I are hikers. Not quite in the super long distance-backpackers way ( though Mr. F could do it and has! ),…
I love writing this blog so much. One of my favorite reasons? An excuse to follow the artistic journey of so many amazing artists. California artist Clare Elsaesser was among some of the first artists featured on Artsy Forager…
Flustered. Anxious. Stressed. Extra crabby. These are just a few ways to describe how I’ve been feeling lately. My freelance work is busier than ever, I’m working under a deadline for a project debuting in March that I’m really…
Maybe because it has been so long since Mr. F and I were able to get out and hike. Or maybe I’ve been cooped up inside too much this winter. Whatever the reason, I can’t get enough of these…
Music is an amazing connector. We can be at a concert with thousands of strangers and share one voice. We smile and wink at the fellow coffee shop patron secretly singing along to the ubiquitous Mumford and Sons Pandora…
You guys. I am having way too much fun over on Instagram! I’m finding so many ways to be creative and hopefully encourage others to embrace their inner Artsy! I’m on Day 29 of my #colorforaging2014 project, mixing up…
A blank canvas can be a scary, intimidating thing. Many artists have some kind of end product in mind when they make that first mark. But for me, it is the ones who embrace what is happening spontaneously and…
Our memories of the people we love aren’t full scale photos, but more the recollections of the details that made them special to us– the softness of a grandmother’s hand, the freckles on a child’s face, the little particulars…