Yes, it's a great t-shirt for designers. But it's ALSO a great t-shirt for those of us who really do just sit around our homes most evenings with a few bottles of glitter glue, some crayons, some construction paper, and a childish dream.
Sometimes, you don't wear the dress. The dress wears you. And someday, one of these dresses will be wearing the hell out of me out on the dance floor. Preferably that shark dress there on the right.
Come on. This is cheating. It's like these shirts were built for me. Michael Cianfrani of Tiny Run has just posted a limited edition shirt featuring embroidered TOAST with sparkly cinnamon swirl and glow in the dark butter.
Let me say that again.
Toast with glow in the dark butter.
On a shirt.
I find this magically, ridiculously cool. Now I have appropriate clothing to wear when I visit the toast restaurant across the street (complete with toast buffet, and toasters on every table.)
One of our favorite artists, Jason Sho Green, has just put up a shirt for sale on Threadless, called Making Mythology. It's a terribly cute illustration of how unicorns and centaurs are made, or, as Jason Sho Green says, all you need is one horse with low self-esteem..
We're also digging this Fear Regret (not) Failure tee, not only because of it's clever double-take typography, but because we've made the phrase our new slogan.
Also check out this cute shirt at The Giant Peach by Tookata People, and this great series of shirts by NVR SAY NVR. The latter has different color shirts associated with different charities- for example, if you buy the red one, you donate money to human rights charities, and there's print on the inside of the tee explaining how you can help the cause. (They've also got shirts for suicide, the environment, justice, and a general shirt that donates to all causes.)
Made from antique pocket watch pieces, typewriter keys and tiny metal leaves, all made to order. Fringelore's Etsy shop is filled with other neat steampunky bits like this open face watch pendant.
Oh my sweet Jesus. I need this tiny little bird necklace. It is three in the morning and every fiber of my being wants this tiny trinket, like there is no tomorrow.
Why, you ask? Besides the transcendent inscription of: This bell will ring when you hold me in your arms? Besides the adorable birds? Besides the fact that it is by Rob Ryan, (one of my favorite artists) and by Tatty Devine (one of my favorite jewelry boutiques)?
Besides all those reasons?
Because sometimes a thing is more than the sum of its parts, and sometimes a woman must adorn her neck with romantic sentiments.
You can buy-- or stare longingly-- at the wondrous pieces here.
Stuff and things. Things and stuff. It's Friday (yay!) and here are bits and odds and ends to pass the time as you're waiting for that last bell or work whistle.
In what we hope will become a regular feature, we offer up to you Link Love Roundup, a place to put all those little bits of magic and fluff we really want you to see, in yummy bite size form. Here's all the art, music, fashionista and culture candy goodness you can shake a pretty stick at. (And if you're lucky, there might be some toast links thrown in for good measure!)
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Craig Thompson has a blog (The writer of Blankets has just posted some panels from his upcoming graphic novel, Habibi)
I love buttons. I love their weight, their oddball colours and shapes - the giant red ones, the tinytiny delicate beasties, the uneven wooden grainy ones. I love twisting them on my jumpers and coats, and feeling them spring back. I love that they look like littlefaces.
When I was small, we used to have a multiplication quiz in class. I used to hold on to the button at the end of my school cardigan, the very last one, and catch it with my thumb, inverting it into the corner of the fabric. Standing, waiting for my question - nine times seven! eight times six! - my arm would stiffen downwards, pushing against the button, and straining the front of the cardigan into a tense, rigid line. I hated and adored it.
Later, writing my homework at night, I would secretly nibble on the top button, the uppermost soldier in the line. Work, to me, still tastes like the tang of wool and the click of plastic on my teeth. Buttons are reassuring.
So it's no real surprise that I fell in love with luxedeluxe's silver button necklace. It's light and delicate to touch, and yet ever so tough, and nestles just perfectly in the hollow of your neck, that part that the English Patient called the Almásy Bosphorus, the lovely vascular sizood. It wants to be touched, traced with the end of your finger, even - what the hell - nibbled. It's profoundly sensuous, in some undefinable way. It's perfect.
Michael Cianfrani has started a project called Tiny Run: sort of similar to projects like Tiny Showcase,Tiny Run releases a new, limited-run designed tee shirt biweekly. The latest shirt features the artwork of Aya Kakeba, which-- and we love when this happens-- Tiny Run originally found on the Fabulist. There's also shirts with fun stuff like embroidered bacon (complete with glow-in-the-dark bacon fat)! Michael dropped a line to say if you join the mailing list, you can get access to the last couple of the bacon tees before they disappear forever and ever.
If you're like me, you can't wait for the new album to come out. I found all the tracks off the new album streaming on VolumeOne website. Click here for a happy listening!
Mindy on 
