Merry merry from Ella Rue, my favorite vintage shop in Georgetown.
Sisters Krista and Alexa Johnson are the creative lovelies behind this cute, eclectic and designer packed shop on P Street. They were some of my very first commission clients and I always love working with them. I think their holiday card this year might be my favorite yet!
That’s Krista on the left and Alexa on the right. And notice Ella and Rue, the store’s namesake pups, peaking out around the tree!
Guys. It’s all happening.
My friends are officially having babies!
I mean, not all of them at once. It’s nothing like that group of 16 year olds that had a pregnancy pact or anything, but the first of the baby bumps are starting to appear.
I thought I was excited about everyones’s weddings, but this is even better. I am really looking forward to this next chapter of celebrating new beginnings and excuses to go in expensive baby clothes stores. And better yet – excuses to design more illustrations for baby shower invitations like this one!
Say hello to Lexi! Isn’t she sweet? Just one of the many wonderful commissions I’ve had the opportunity to work on this fall.
I’ve got some more pups in the lineup for my Christmas Commission schedule and I can’t wait to get to them. I think I’m going to start demanding that my clients bring their pets in to the studio so I can meet them – they’re all so cute!
Meet Carissa and Stefan! They’re trimming their tree in style, as sketched by moi for their Christmas card design. Stefan planned the whole thing out and surprised Carissa with this illustration and their holiday cards. He thought of everything – right down to the little details in their outfit. How thoughtful is that? Seriously good husband move.
Speaking of tree trimming – last night I got our Christmas tree. Getting a tree in NYC is as easy and unromantic as getting a bagel at the bodega. It was a far cry from the idillic family outing of my childhood with my parents and the dachshunds and me all piled into the car to go to the local landscaping company to visit the tall, majestic pines standing tall on a giant lot, each a few feet a part like a real forrest, their dense dark magic punctuated by market lights strung above. I would walk through and among them until I found one that I would project all of my love of christmas onto until I had decided that this tree had spoken to me from the great beyond of the spirit of Christmas and that this was THE one.
We’d take it home and string it with thousands of soft white lights, nestled artfully within the bountiful branches, all the while marveling at how “this was the best tree we’ve ever gotten”
Well… My tree shopping last night could not have been more different. I ran down to Rite Aid on the corner to where about 100 trees are leaned against the wall, tightly bound by netting, looking like prisoners of war and gave the tree guy $40 and asked him to give me one “that would not be too heavy to carry up 4 flights of stairs by myself”
Seven minutes later I was home with my slightly traumatized little city tree, freeing it from its plastic netting to discover all the places where branches were missing. Sure it was scraggly and a little lopsided and you could see straight through to the other side through its branches, but it made me almost as happy as those elegant giants on the tree lot in my memory. I guess in the end, the act of getting the tree, any tree, is still a powerful tradition.
Don’t you just think Santa baby is playing on repeat in her head all the time? I can’t believe this little minx is the last girl of 2013. Time to change the calendar and ring in the holidays!