On October 29th, I received a phone call from Josh, my little sister's long time boyfriend. I knew why he was calling & answered the phone so quickly I got whiplash. I could hear him smiling through the phone. Josh began to pour out the details of asking for my father's permission to marry Lauren & his plan to propose to her on their upcoming road trip. Josh had big plans for us too: requesting that we ship a dress - & more importantly nail polish - to the middle of Monument Valley Tribal Park, on the border of Arizona & Utah on Thursday, November 8th sometime between 10 am - 3 pm. He would hire a photographer, who would pose...
As I fiercely type from the cramped comfort of my Delta middle seat, I can't help but preplan next year's trip to Colorado. I'm actually multi tasking: blogging from my iPhone and 'installing' my elewrap. Finally, the ongoing marital battle of 'who stole whose charger' is over. Just try to claim that black & white cord as your own, Mr Farina. I double dog dare you. The somewhat tedious task of wrapping my charger millimeter by millimeter with a thermoplastic cover has become the best distraction possible when currently dreading the fact that we're not thirty rows closer to the cockpit. Is it inappropriate to say that I've found another use for my now-stronger iPhone cord: a noose for the...
Those of you that have been following Hubs & Hers since the beginning know how this all started. Me, criss-cross-applesauce on our compact apartment living room floor, hand painting mugs and previously loved men's button downs. 'I only sleep in my husband's clothes' read the very first one, followed by a pair of his and hers 'I like her butt' and 'I like his beard' mugs. Hubs & Hers was just an unknown online shop, with handmade items inspired by my love, my muse, my husband. Fast forward six months to Mr Farina's first game changer, the introduction of screen printing (not be confused with elementary heat transfer printing). I came home from work one late evening to find that my magnificent human...
