As much travelling as Mr. Forager and I do, we have yet to venture outside the US. But we have big plans to do so and I can. not. wait.!! Recently Artsy Forager fave artist, M.A. Tateishi, journeyed to a…
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While living on a lake in Northern Idaho this summer, I swear I have never seen skies soooo blue. Every day around lunch time, I take a break from blogging work and walk outside to text my hubby (…
I’ve been having some pretty weird and vivid dreams lately. One night’s sleep involved a marriage proposal from The Office’s Michael Scott ( admittedly, I do have a bit of a Steve Carell crush ) AND an actual wedding…
I love the way some artists are visual archaeologists. California based artist Amadea Bailey takes a journey of exploration and excavation each time she works a canvas. Like other “excavation” artists whose work I love, such as M.A. Tateishi…
I always loved listening to my nieces when they were playing alone in their rooms. Their imaginations, so fertile and free, creating worlds all their own. So many of us, as we grow older, lose our childlike imaginations. But…
I have a feeling there is a contingency out there who think Pinterest is filled with nothing but images of shoes, decadent cuisine, house porn and Ryan Gosling memes. OK, perhaps they have a point. But when you follow…
I’ve told you before about my visions of becoming a crazy bird watcher. While Mr. Forager loves to lookout for ospreys, hawks and other large birds of prey, my own preference is for birds of smaller varieties. Spotting a…
There are certain times, especially when he lays on the floor for a power nap, that I long to break out my charcoal and sketch my husband. I’m moved to capture the beauty of his face and his peaceful…
Ya’ll, I am a long time fan of The King. Not a crazy-I-have-an-Elvis-room-in-my-house-and-make-a-yearly-pilgrimage-to-Graceland fan, but I will sing along with him every time he comes up on the iPod. Yesterday marked the 35th anniversary of Elvis’s death and I’ve…
In my much younger years, many a Sunday afternoon was spent glued to the television, enraptured by the movies of my parent’s generation. Each one filling my impressionable mind with images of the perfectly coiffed hair, sophisticated fashions and…