More Fall

  • Inktober Almost Finished!

    I challenged myself again this year to participate in Inktober. It's an Instagram challenge where you post something drawn or painted with ink every day of October. You can make it as limiting or free as you'd like, and there's even a prompt list if you prefer to follow that. I decided I would work on patterns as a continuation of my recent Sketchbook Skool class with Ohn Mar Win. (I also wanted to practice drawing/painting people, but I enjoyed and got wrapped up with the patterns!) You can head over to Instagram to see the whole month!

  • Honored

    This is an image of an artist book that I submitted to Uppercase Magazine, and here it is actually in the magazine!

  • Permission

    I've been playing with the idea of home for many years now. For a while, I tried to convey this in a nonliteral way, but lately all I want to draw are tiny houses! And they make me happy, so I've allowed myself to do so.

  • Radio Silence

    Well, I've been busy with life, baking, and painting. After a many year hiatus, I'm making stuff again! It feels great to play around with long-forgotten supplies and skills. Check out my instagram to see the latest.

  • It's Holiday Market Time!



  • PCS Pop-up is Open

    We are so excited to tell you that we've opened a pop-up shop at 30 Spring Street in Williamstown, MA! We are open Thursday through Sunday, from 11am to 4pm. In addition to PCS goodies, we are carrying jewelry, pottery, cards, and art from some very talented local artists. We also have coffee beans roasted by Assembly Coffee Roasters in Pittsfield, MA. Stop by, say hi, and shop!

  • Not Quite Perfect

    If you've checked my blog anytime in the last few weeks, you'll realize what a fitting title this is. I've been trying to finish this post for the last couple of weeks. I keep rescheduling the date when the post will appear to give myself more time to come back and work on it, yet I keep forgetting and it keeps publishing incomplete. 

    As most people with small children learn rather quickly, life changes drastically after the baby arrives. I've been trying to be okay with how things get done these days. Like incomplete blog posts. Like constant piles of dirty dishes, dirty laundry, piles of clutter. But the most important thing is that my little girl is happy and thriving. She doesn't care about the mess. And it's a good lesson for me. It's okay to not be perfect. It's okay just to be.

  • We're Coming Back!

    After a rather long hiatus this summer, I am looking forward to returning to the markets for the holiday season. My little girl is over five months old now, and I'm incredibly lucky to be able to spend so much time with her. However, I miss baking and I miss seeing my customers every week! It'll be great to see everyone soon.

  • Why I Like Making Wedding Desserts

    I love working with brides, and I love making desserts for weddings. On the day of a wedding that I'm catering, I think about my own wedding which was nine years ago this past July. We had a rustic affair, the ceremony and reception at a local non-working farm, in a barn that was painstakingly cleaned and fixed up for the owner's daughter's wedding the year before ours. We had the ceremony at the top of a small hill. There were sweeping views of the Pownal valley and hay growing high around the mown path. We wrote our own vows (I guess a cliche these days!) and had both of our sets of parents speak about their long-running marriages. It was one of the most beautiful days of the summer, perfectly warm with low humidity and a cool evening. The barn looked magical with soft lighting and purple hydrangeas that my mom lovingly picked from her own garden and brought up with her. I remember how excited I was that day, how happy I was to have my family and very closest friends surrounding us with their love. It makes me feel honored to make desserts for someone else's special day because I know they will treasure the memories with the same dearness as I cherish my own.

  • Boston Cream Pie

    I have a July birthday, which I loved and hated when I was a little kid. It was great because parties could be outside and include ice cream cake, but I could never celebrate by bringing cupcakes to school to share with my classmates. For years, I requested a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake with mint chocolate chip ice cream. Then, we moved to a new area and didn't have a ready source of ice cream cakes. At that point my most-requested birthday dessert became my mom's Boston cream pie. This misnomer of a dessert is actually a cake, stacked with vanilla custard between two layers of cake, topped with a chocolate glaze. My mom's particular version used hot milk sponge cakes, homemade vanilla custard, and melted chocolate chips that solidified into a solid cap of brittle semisweet chocolate on top. There was always a little custard left over from making the cake that my dad and I would share. It was his favorite cake, too. Even now, my birthday still makes me think of Boston cream pie, hot summer days, and the wild orange daylillies that seemed to magically open right on my special day. 

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More Fall

So, I tried to buy some time last week with fall pictures. I hope that they were so enjoyable that you didn’t even miss my running commentary. This week I am trying to do better, although I will still ply you with pictures. It’s hard not to when the leaf peepers are out in full strength, armed with cameras, bags of just-picked apples, and quarts of maple syrup…and maybe a few pumpkins to complete the fall country experience. The weather, though, has been pleasantly un-fall like. It’s been sunny and warm---nearly 70 degrees last week into this week. Absolutely perfect for apple-picking, which we did this weekend, and putting the garden to sleep for the season, which I am in the process of doing, but not so productive for working on the house, which we are supposed to be doing.

Growing up, my dad was not a do-it-yourselfer. We did not live amidst the chaos of renovation. Flash forward thirty years, and here we are, ducking beneath and around stacks of ceiling panels, finished and unfinished, stepping around odd furniture that would not fit in another room or in the basement, and having various tools stashed in corners around the room. The worst thing (in my opinion) are the light sockets dangling freely from the wall. We removed most of the wood paneling, and in order to do so, everything needs to be removed and/or unscrewed. Every time I reach for the light switch, I cringe, thinking that my fingers will slip in the socket and fry my brain. So far it hasn’t happened, and Matt has assured me that’s perfectly safe, but I remain cautious with my electrical decisions.

Enjoy the pictures, especially if you live somewhere that I envy when winter time rolls around for months and months and months here…..