I saw two pairs of short, slouchy boots at Target yesterday.  One grey pair, one plaid pair.  I was melting in the ninety something degree weather, but I was soooo happy when I saw those boots.  They were whispering a little secret to me: "Fall is finally on its way..."

I always have and always will be a Fall lover.  I love the cute layered clothes, the cooler weather, the excitement of a new year of school, the plans that need to be made, the promise of the holiday season... it's all so deliciously busy and important and exciting.

And frankly, I pretty much despise hot weather.  It makes me cranky and unproductive, and I am one of the few people in the world that is happy to see summer go.  I realize that this opinion makes me remarkably unpopular, and maybe even a little crazy.

Anyway, I've created a few fall inspired things for the shop...

The "Rory's Keys" series of broaches is inspired by the studious and stylish Rory Gilmore from the tv show Gilmore Girls. Decorated with swarovski crystals, these vintage keys vary in size, color, and shape. No two are alike in appearance or character.  We've got husband hunters, sorority girls, reporters, and small town girls all playing in the mix here.  The one thing they do all have in common?  They are all for smart, stylish girls who always feel a little bit different from the rest of the crowd.

We also have a charming collection of back to school supplies for those gals luck enough to still be students.  These binders are made from recycled products and adorned with doilies, flowers, buttons, beads, and hand stitching.  The dividers are embossed and include customized subject  titling.  Both the binder and divider leave plenty of room for doodles and daydreams.

Which season is your favorite?

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I have been tediously stitching and lovingly stuffing this trio for so long.  You can't imagine how excited I am to introduce you two my three newest friends:

These gals (and guy!) are more than just fuzzy little grinning machines.  They have powers, roles and stories that they are really excited to tell you about.  You can learn more about them here.

xoxoxo

Jaime

Ouchie: I'm stitching again, so the callous on my thumb has re-appeared.  I showed this to Bruce once, and called it a work related injury.  We laughed, because I am really damn clever.

Compliment: Last night, my mom told me that I sounded like a psychiatrist.  She sounded proud.  Am mildly entertaining the idea of going into art therapy.

Relief: I've been in a really bad mood the past few days, but it has finally lifted.  My days are once again spent merrily stitching and knitting- not moping and eating hershey's kisses for no other reason than mean hormones attacking me.

Confession: I've been watching Wife Swap reruns whilst stitching in the morning.  I wonder why people think that eating vegetables and taking the trash out for a few days while under another mom/wife's rule will result in apocalypse that must be fought with a screaming hissy fit?  I can only think of one thing that I would have to try out for a few days (violence excluded, of course, but the people on the show aren't allowed to touch each other anyway, I think) that would make me react so.  That thing= people yelling at me or saying mean things to me.

Dream: I wish that I could live in the house I grew up in right now.  It is such a cute little house, and the garage has been transformed into an office-like room that would make the sweetest little studio.  My dad started his business in that office, and I think it would be such a neat right of passage if I could do the same.  I want to paint the walls in it pink, hang some light curtains, bring in a space heater and some shelves, and listen to the rain fall while I stitch and knit away.  It sounds like pure heaven, especially if there is a little someone called Ashley living in the house with me.

Photo:  This is the cutie to which I am referring.  The office is in the back.

Fact: I have used the word "stitching" 4 times in this post.  Synonyms, please?

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Setting: last night, on my bedroom floor, admits several balls of yarn and papers that say crazy things like "K1, P1, ktog" on them

Me: "What do you think?"  (Holds up a cup with a coffee sleeve I have just finished designing wrapped around it.)

Mom: "The bow is floppy."

Me: "Yeah, I like it that way."  (pause)  "But is it too floppy?"

Mom: "That depends.  Is it a boy or a girl?"

Me: "The cup or the person drinking the coffee?"

(thoughtful pause)

Mom: "The bow."

Me: (bursts into laughter)

Aaaaad, scene.

In summation: It's a good thing we have each other.