[design details] letter cards

I got a bee in my bonnet last July because I saw fun, simple letter cards on a Waldorf-infused Instagram feed (I don’t remember which one though)… and when I looked for some, they were $20.

First I was horrified.

Then I was sort of affronted.

Then I did some math.

Yeah. $20 was about right!

The paper the cards were printed on, the size they were, using even basic cheapo ink (they were white letters on a black background)… yeah. If you’re going to have any profit (or, room for a discount ever and still make a profit), then yeppers… $20 sounded more and more normal. REASONABLE EVEN.

So I started looking at what I could do to print similar cards at home. Mine had to make a rainbow (duh, because all the things need a rainbow of colors), and needed to be small, aanndd hmmmmm…

The image included with this post is of cards I made using leftover business card sheets. Between the cost of those and the amount of ink used, 52 cards (upper and lower case) cost about $5.

It hurt my feelings.

If I use cardstock and am able to cut them all myself, then I can charge $5 for a set of 52.

My most-recent question about the project has me investigating what’s the heaviest paper than can make it through my printer, and how that balances out from a pricing perspective.

[shop stories] storybook

[One a week or so, I’ll share the story behind an image available for purchase in my shop.]

I’ve always wanted to publish a book. I don’t even really care what type of book. I just want to pull myself together enough to complete the process of developing and writing and editing and formatting and publishing a book.

But I’m so scattered.

I took this photo of my girls at my grandparents’ house.

Y’all. This is the original, and then the other photo I snagged from the same spot, with a slightly different focal point.

And some other photos from the day:

On the ride home (I sat in the back row of the van with two tired and angry boys), I figured out my children’s storybook-author pen name.

My first story idea took a few more weeks to strike.

[shop stories] lace

[Once a week or so, I’ll share the story behind an image available for purchase in my shop.]

This time last year I found Queen Anne’s Lace growing in our yard. I kept an eye on it, and when I knew it was almost time to cut grass, I picked it.

Then we scienced for school. And it was obviously a miserable idea.

The kids didn’t love the lace, BUT I SURE DID, especially since Brennan and Annie had painted our deck table with metallic pinks and purples.

[shot stories] a rock show

I met my husband when I came home from a rainy day of college classes to find him sitting on my couch.

He was in my apartment with some other friends of my roommate.

He was wearing a long-sleeved Nightwish t-shirt.

Nightwish was supposed to play in Atlanta in 2005 (2006?) but cancelled their tour when they lost (kicked out) their singer – J’s tickets to that show are in a box in our storage building. Eventually they found another singer, then another. We have albums and documentaries and live show recordings from those years. Y’all. We would watch the End of an Era live show recording and CRY together while I was pregnant with Quinn and J was recovering from cancer-related surgeries.

Nightwish is woven into the tapestry of our relationship.

I was up super insanely late one night and happened to ask The Google about Nightwish. Because The Google is a genius and insane, the first thing I saw was a tour schedule, with a stop in Birmingham. I decided I was hallucinating. I went to bed. The next day it was still true (and to this day I get the absolute creeps when I think about it).

We got tickets.

The day of the show, Jonathan decided maybe we should skip it. I told him he could stay home but I was going to see this dearly beloved band.

It has occurred to me (just now) that maybe the Nightwish shirt was a challenge – what was this Nightwish, and why was the artwork appealing but the band name totally unfamiliar?

The world may never know.