by Liz Gumbinner | Fashion
My girls have hit the age where they like to have their own purses. Well, we’ll use that term loosely, considering what they put in them. While I’ve given them my share of hand-me-down handbags, I know they’d adore the sweet handmade little purses...
by Kristen Chase | Fashion
I’m hardly an inspirational quote junkie, but every now and then I find something that catches my eye. This time, though, it wasn’t a poster, but rather something I can wear around my neck. I’ve heard of (and adore) letterpress cards, but...
by Liz Gumbinner | Fashion
Anyone who knows me knows I love FashionABLE. And I am entirely, 100% biased. I’ve visited the factory in Ethiopia, I’ve seen firsthand how their gorgeous scarves are helping at-risk women rebuild their lives, I’m currently living in their Genet...
by Kristen Chase | Doing Good
As huge supporters of the handmade movement, we’ve been fans of Etsy since about day one. And now that they’ve teamed up with the amazing charity Kiva, well, let’s just say if you share our passion, this is an effort worth getting involved with....
by Delilah S. Dawson | Kid Style
Let’s face it. Once our kids hit the age of 2 or 3, our days of choosing adorable outfits for them are pretty much over. So squeeze in all that clothing cuteness while you still can. We loved the Artoo onesies and buntings from The Wishing Elephant on...
by Liz Gumbinner | Fashion
I’ve loved Shokay since I first discovered their gorgeous baby clothes and gifts, all made from a yak hair cashmere that’s unbelievably soft and gorgeous, and all made sustainably to support Tibetan artisans. Now they’ve redone the site and made the...
by Liz Gumbinner | Kid Style
We’ve always loved supporting the Etsy artists making handmade birthday crowns and hats for birthday parties and special days thereafter. (Like, Tuesdays. Or Fridays.) But here’s one, in honor of all the royal baby talk this week, that just may take the...
by Delilah S. Dawson | Baby
You know how it goes. You spend an hour rocking the baby to sleep, carefully tiptoe to the crib, nail the arm-to-mattress transfer, and slip out the door. You’re home free. You’re almost downstairs to the brownies, wine, and Hannibal. And then some...