Give Sam a chance! You can visit him at the Anti-Cruelty Society in Chicago, or check out his bio by clicking on the picture above.
I LOVE dogs and would adopt a whole shelter if my husband wouldn't leave me over it. So to satiate my love of canines AND my strange obsession with dressing them up in clothes, I give you: Project Adopt ME! During this romp, I will introduce you through illustration to fabulous pooches, each with their own story, all in need of a forever home.
I was very tempted to begin with Benedict Cumberbatch for his name alone, but happily he has been adopted! So Day One kicks off with sweet Rocco, a current resident at Paws Chicago. Wouldn't you just love to be greeted by this dapper gentleman every day?!
My favorite shoe + my husband's favorite shoe = the perfect pair!
For the record, my husband bought his Bruno Magli shoes before OJ made them popular! He never wears them, but seeing them brings me right back to 1997, when he travelled all the way to Italy for just two days because I was so homesick while on my Junior Year Abroad.
I was not born in the 1800s, as Maggie's clothes may suggest, but this was my teddy bear when I was little. That's why it is so special to me that my 10 year old daughter sleeps with her every night.
Yes, we have frogs and I have become strangely attached to them. Did you know that African Water Frogs have tons of personality? They are always curious about the going ons around their tank and, as a bonus, they do the most amazing water shows.
I found Captain Blue Face in my jewelry box the other day. He comes from a time when my son (then 2) was obsessed with the color blue, going as far as to believe that anything of that hue was his by default. Captain Blue Face reminds me of long days at home with little ones, filling time by making crafts and homemade toys (at the time, my sole outlet for artistic expression). How funny that it has come full circle, now that I analyze him from over the hump.
My Granny did everything with style. She would always light candles at dinner; on the table and in sconces around the room. As a little girl, it was my job to be the "candle snuffer." I remember crawling up on the chair and carefully putting out each flame. I was so careful not to smush the wick and hot wax, evidence of a long night filled with good food, happy conversation, love.
This was not her snuffer, but every time my little girl uses it to snuff out the dinner candles, we all pause to smell the smoke, imagining it circling its way towards my dear Granny in heaven.
I love these cowboy boots! I have a tendency to want to fade in and these bright, happy boots totally put the kibosh on that instinct. When I'm feeling particularly blah, I pull these on and step into a bolder version of myself.
There is something about that cheerful little smoking chimney and the smell of smoked meat wafting through the neighborhood that makes me giddy. My husband smokes me a chicken every sunday and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
I love our Big Green Egg so much, I have penned it a haiku...
I wear this hat when I'm working in my studio and feeling extra fancy!
In honor of my daughter's 10th birthday (Akk!! How can the time be going so quickly?!), I present Baba! This was my sweet girl's constant companion for many years. We tried to get an alternate, just-in-case monkey, but he was quickly dismissed. I mean, obviously, there is only one guy as FAB-U-LOUS as Baba! This guy is a keeper.
I found this dress in the back of my closet this morning, preserved in dry cleaner plastic, and looking like it was 2004 and time to go to work! Sadly, this might have been the last article of clothing that made me feel 100% ready to take on the world. Time to do something about that!
When I first got married, I told my husband that nothing seemed more romantic to me than receiving a dress, wrapped luxuriously in a white box and tied with a large satin ribbon. I had seen this very scene in “I Love Lucy” a hundred times, noting the lovely token while holed up in my parents bed sick with a fever. Nothing seemed more comforting, feminine, romantic. My poor husband tried to replicate this desire 3 times before he gave up--the dresses never fit, and there’s nothing like a too small dress to pop a fantasy.
But, that dress represented everything to me. And thinking about it still, there is nothing I wouldn’t give for a picture of that ill-fitting dress that represented my husband’s indulgence. That silly dress wasn’t just a “thing” to me--it meant comfort, femininity, love. It meant me feeling safe, wrapped up in my parents’ yellow flowered sheets. It meant a husband who listened and cared.