life's too short to NOT print an antique diving helmet on the loveliest deep sea-green handmade paper I've ever had the pleasure of getting my ink-stained hands on. ya know? ✨🌊 the shiny gold foil. the subtle letterpressed accent. but most of all... dat paper tho. photo + styling by queen @christinalharrison 〰️ #chicagowedding#destinationwedding#engaged#luxuryinvitations#dailydoseofpaper#handmadepaper#fineprinting#letterpresslove#goldfoilinvitation#fineartwedding#paperie#fineartinvitations#goldfoil#customweddinginvitations#custominvitationdesigner#communityovercompetition#creativeatheart#michiganinvitations 
what we’ve been up to, part 3 ☀️ building up our wholesale print program (!) for designers, stationers, and creatives • assisting our 2020 wedding couples with postponements, cancellations, and back-to-the-drawing-boards • acquiring our third and biggest press yet (!) • printing, drawing, designing • simultaneously saving Hyrule and building a thriving island for Tom Nook (and lookin good doin it 😎) now taking name suggestions for our newest (oldest?) bundle of cast-iron joy! any guesses what she’ll be used for? all for now! more info on our wholesale print program to be announced soon. stay tuned by signing up for our wait list via the link in profile. 💌 
what we’ve been up to, part 2 ☀️ endless time outside • a break from quarantine to camp at the *sweetest* tiny house in northern Michigan (I guess that was still quarantining. a quaran-tiny house, if you will.) • hiking along dunes and forests and turquoise waters • tending to our lush and overgrown garden, growing all kinds of peppers and tomatoes and sprouts • golden hours spent walking around our property with camera in hand, capturing the things I’d usually miss had I not, you know, been inside since the dawn of time, including lovely blooms and even lovelier little creatures 
hi hi hi I’ve been offline forever. due to the overwhelming amount of *gestures at everything,* I was prescribed an instagram-vacation by the people who know me best. and it was 10/10 quality medicine. highly recommend! so here's what we've been up to, part 1 ☀️ um, quarantining. that’s… that’s about it. • hosting a virtual letter-writing party for Michigan voter outreach (collectively sent over 200!) • re-connecting with creative hobbies I used to do all the time, like cross-stitching and illustrating • giggling at dumb selfies that then turn into self-portraits • lots of very cool, not at all dorky bike trips • looking up to marvel at Mars nearly every night 
I tried to write this about 6 times. I’ve been quiet — in general, but about the things that really matter, too — and that is privilege staring me in the face. I spent this weekend sobbing + couldn’t bring myself to words. because that’s my deep-seated habit when it comes to facing the things that feel unfaceable. I push it away, I numb, I don’t discuss. I ignore it because facing it means feeling it, + the feeling is Too Much. for this I’m ashamed. in my personal life I’m open about my beliefs. but here, attached to my company? as someone who already struggles with marketing and “showing up” publicly, it was all too easy to allow leaning into the quiet. avoid confrontation. avoid the spotlight. avoid fearing I’m too “unqualified” to speak to this. avoid feeling. avoid breaking because it is all Too Much. we SHOULD be breaking. *I* should be breaking. there is no other acceptable alternative to this than a heartbreaking fury. the fact that I was frozen says it all: I am ALLOWED this. truly, what do I, a white woman, have to be afraid of? facing reality? willfully paying attention to the violence + injustice that affects so many, accepting the heartbreak with open arms? what a small, insignificant, embarrassing price to pay in comparison to the very real + life-threatening fears that BIPOC face every single day + have for centuries. I am so sorry. (God knows we don’t need yet another white person claiming how racial injustice is so hard for them.) I am embarrassed. I hold deep shame for my quiet + my inaction. but showing up imperfectly is better than not showing up at all. I am learning, I am listening, I am committed to doing better. I am committed to unlearning what has been taught to me as a white person living within a systemically racist structure. I am committed to being an active anti-racist + an educated, useful ally. I will take my heartbreak and my fury, look it directly in the eyes + see it for what it is. this is our bare-minimum RESPONSIBILITY as human beings. “it may take a while to comprehend your role in racist systems, but keep in mind that people are dying while they wait for you.” #blacklivesmatter art by @sacree_frangine 
"we can learn valuable lessons from these chippies." — an actual thing I texted Max with genuine earnestness. 🙃 for our 7th wedding anniversary last week, we gifted ourselves a copper bird feeder in the shape of a crescent moon. (each year we try to gift in-theme with traditional anniversary gifts, and year 7 is copper. my favorite!) you've heard of bird-watching, but let me be the first to tell you that chipmunk-watching miiiiight be superior. these guys are FAST. they are FEARLESS. they are LITTLE AND SQUISHY AND VERY CUTE. they worship our new birdfeeder as their personal all-you-can-eat resort. it is all Very Exciting to me, a human trapped for the last I-don't-even-know-how-long. all weekend I've watched them launch themselves from the tree in their best attempts to land on the moon. (heheh.) sometimes they make it and stuff their cheeks! and sometimes they leap, miscalculate, bounce off, and free-fall about four feet. the first time it happened I gasped aloud and got worried. (quarantine's already enough of a bummer without witnessing injured animals, you know?) but then! it popped back up and tried again. the drama! the determination! it may be the isolation talking — or it is *definitely* the isolation talking — but I noted their fearlessness. I'm not even a tiny, seed-stuffed furball free-falling and hoping to land on the moon! I'm just a regular human woman learning how to get up again and again after failure. MANY LESSONS. I'm listening, chippies. take all the sunflower seeds you want. you earned it. 💯 #neature #thatsprettyneat swipe to see one of my new friends. 🐿 #communityovercompetition#michigrammers#creativeentrepreneur#creativeatheart#herestothecreatives#fearlessness#ramblingaboutchipmunks#whateven