I design, make paper goods, and live in Seattle. One Fine Dae shares the many lovely things that I adore. I'm also a fan of Polaroids, Scrabble, classic movies, vintage, and sailboats. And Charlie Brown is my goofy little companion and unofficial paper shredder.
And also read emails. So say hello, I'd love to hear from you.
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I am in love with these bedding sets for kids from Unison. I'm sure they'd look just as charming in adult bedrooms.
These linen cocktail napkins by Willow Ship would look great on my future kitchen table someday...
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And happy Monday to you all.
Mmm...canvas and linen...they always make me feel so comfy and right at home. From Small Batch Production.
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Charlie and my dad have been at war over one of his house slippers for a while now. It's one of those fluffy, cushioned slippers with a plushy star and moon affixed to the front. Now, I can understand why he would want to fight over them if they're brand spankin' new. I mean, who doesn't dream about reaching for the stars and moon, right? However, these slippers are anything but pristine. They're so old that the bottom is no longer cushioned and plumped. But my dad insists on wearing them because they haven't ripped, surprisingly.
The battle between man and canine over these slippers happens about 3 times a week. And it usually happens whenever I step into the house after coming home from work. I am greeted by Charlie at the door while my dad sits on the sofa soaking up the evening news. Once Charlie acknowledges my presence, he runs right over to where the slippers are (usually next to the sofa), snatches one up, and bolts as fast as his tiny little legs can carry him. It's almost like he waits for me to come home, and uses my entrance as a distraction to make a move. Sadly, his attempts never go far because my dad and I will corner him before he gets past the kitchen.
But tonight, the little fella got to them while my dad's attention was on the internet, and he got them good. The war is finally over. The slippers are nothing more than scraps of flattened foam tossed into several trash cans now (because not only did he chew the thing, he scattered the pieces across two rooms). And a memory only to be thought of whenever my dad realizes that he's walking barefoot on a cold, kitchen floor.