A few peeks from a cigar and candy box insect collection found in the attic-we are guessing they are about 70 years old. We felt like we needed to hold our breath every time we lifted a lid, partly from pure excitement and partly for fear that we would inhale the dusty wings. Lots of emotion tied to these little boxes, as if the excited hands that pinched these paper wings was just there, placing the prize in it's box tomb. 
A lot of instagramming going on lately-mostly around the house as we have been working on organizing, cleaning, and making room for a better workspace. We are feeling some growing pains with our business, mostly in the form of having to decide what to give away in order to bring in more work equipment (which naturally goes against my thrifting and collecting nature). In an ideal world we would just up and move somewhere bigger and keep all our goods, but honestly, aren't ideal worlds for wimps who can't find the willpower to give away their extensive collection of thrifted t-shirts from college? I thought so. 
When I was little I thought thirty sounded old. Now I am not sure what sounds old anymore, or maybe it is that old is starting to sound better and better. Nevertheless, I am thirty now, and we have already done some fantastic celebrating in the form of eating fresh bread, taking a nap, and opening presents that look like clouds.
I have stumbled upon some of my favorite colors lately-all of them hiding away in thrift stores just waiting for me to find them. I am enamored with the colors outside my window, and now the colors of my little trinkets inside. They remind me of the splashes of color in these beautiful paintings.
