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An Instagram Summer

Tomorrow morning, in the midst of the chaos of a dozen 4 year-olds running around our backyard celebrating Oliver’s birthday (hurray for jumpy castles!), I hope to take a moment to breathe in the Fall Equinox, around 9:45 central time to be exact. It’s my favorite time of year, hands down.

This summer raced by with a pregnancy smack dab in the middle of it all. And somewhere along the line I found myself addicted to Instagram. I started using the app solely for brown ink but soon used this magical photo styling device for Brown Family moments.

So as I take in this new season, let’s look back, shall we, on the Summer of 2012’s written mementos.

Art on Eat Street

Love this concept at the new clothing store in Uptown, Motto

Brown Boys selling their hearts out at South Beach

Local & fresh at Kingfield Market

There she goes, our Ms. Beatrice

My daily breakfast in Manzanita, OR

Nothin’ like a handwritten card sent via instagram when your brain is mush due to new babe

If we had one of these in Mpls, this where you would find me

Another top notch market, this one on the Oregon coast

 Homemade goodness from our dear friend Amy

 Love the Moleskin tear sheet wallpaper at The Bachelor Farmer

A day to remember (nice letterpress, Jeani!)

Backyard madness pre-wedding

The Lowenthal-Walsh kids win for Best Original Wedding Gift Wrapping Paper

a few scribbles before Nicky took to the stage for wedding toast (although he never needs notes)

Back to Kingfield we go for some mouthwatering tomatoes

October wedding in Palm Springs, good times to come in the coming month. xo

Rocks for Sale

We returned this past weekend after two weeks out on the coast of Oregon. A wonderful get away for the Brown family 5.  After a few days of settling in I’ve been itching to push the pile of bills, letters, pictures and the like aside for a brief moment to share a few ‘brown ink‘ surprises found during our stay.

The first week a few members of the Seattle Brown family visited us, one of them being 18-year-old Evelyn. On our return from Surfer’s Beach she dug in her wallet and pulled out written directions I wrote for her last summer while visiting us in Mpls. Evelyn had held on to the note because it “was a great memory” and she also appreciates the value of a written note.  Thanks College Girl! Hope it lasts through your first semester.

Everyday on the beach we find ourselves digging in the sand, looking for sand dollars or other hidden treasures. But this one was a surprise. A part of beach fire pit, we found this gem.  Maybe there’s a future in rock writing?

Every Friday night in the summer in our small coastal town, Manzanita, the locals run a Farmer’s Market which is filled with a few dozen stands of produce, homemade pies, berries, organic soap, cheeses – you get the picture. It’s definitely our favorite night of the week. One addition to the stands this year was the Kids Cart. Emmett had noticed the children, about his age, selling a variation of products and urge the family to check it out. So after I inhaled my kale/strawberry/apple/beet blended juice and the boys licked their banana & nutella crepe plates clean, we chatted with the young crew.

These kids were all business. Although the two young girls were a quiet duo, they were making the big sales (rocks for $1.00 is a steal these days) and had already sold out of their necklaces an hour into the market.

However, darling young Otto was the one who took my breath away. Not only did he sell handmade coloring books and Ninja figures but he also was selling…yes, you guessed it, greeting cards. My heart just melted. I wanted to buy them all but restrained myself and walked away with just a couple for a few lucky recipients. It was obvious Otto felt extremely proud of his work. And why shouldn’t he. He just might be on to something.

With summer nearing its end, why not create a Kids Cart to sell handmade goods versus the expected lemonade?  Let the kids’ creative spirit fly. It will leave a lasting impression on them as well as the passersby.