patchwork oakland fall 2013
The night before I threw my first party I hardly slept. I was eighteen. I’d just moved to San Francisco and into my very own apartment. It was an 80s themed party and I’d planned every single detail including the…
The night before I threw my first party I hardly slept. I was eighteen. I’d just moved to San Francisco and into my very own apartment. It was an 80s themed party and I’d planned every single detail including the…
Craftcation is in less than 5 months… Can you believe it?? Yeah, I know you are thinking, “I have about a billion shows and holiday orders to get through, not to mention prepping for the holidays with family and…
Last Sunday at Patchwork Show Long Beach a first time Patchwork vendor came up to me and thanked me for putting together the show. Moments like this mean so much to Delilah and me. Patchwork takes months of planning to…
My first apartment was a typical first apartment. The parking situation was impossible and cars were broken into or towed away on an almost daily basis, not to mention horrible storage and little critters that popped up in cupboards and…
the return to modern domesticity and girly graphic design a few months ago i posted about how the first patchwork show never would have happened if I didn’t get my heart broken. Then, delilah posted her own story of patchwork’s…
by: steph calvert *editor’s note: for those of you not familiar with steph calvert…welcome to knowing one of the hardest working talented women dear handmade life knows. she’s the powerhouse behind hearts & laserbeams and the tech expert behind dear…
I fear snakes. I fear airplanes and being buried alive. And yes, even in my late thirties I have an intense fear of being kidnapped. My mother instilled these fears in me. Nowhere is safe. Not even your own home….
Where does the time go… It really does seem like yesterday when Nicole & I were sitting in the backyard drinking cheap vino and talking about producing a craft fair done right in OC. Back then, in the Summer of…
in 2007 i had my heart broken. it was bad. the kind of heartache that makes sleeping almost impossible because your brain races through every moment of the failed relationship trying to figure out what went wrong. it was the…
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