No, seriously. I love croutons.

I know, it’s just crusty bits of bread. But I do love bread. Especially the crusty bits. Roll them in butter. A little seasoning. Mmm…

The past few days have been pretty shitty. Not going to sugar coat it. They’ve been shitty.

Not for me directly, but in the vicinity of me. Enough to put me off going to my studio to print. Or really leave my house at all. Anxiety is a beautiful thing. In the same way that a seal thinks an orca is a beautiful thing.

I’m over it.

All of it.

Anxiety is exhausting. And I’m tired of being afraid on behalf of other people. I’m tired of being afraid because of other people’s poor choices.

Fuck. That. Shit.

Today, I am printing. And I wish to be left alone. My studio is my sanctuary, time to treat it as such. I willingly loan it out to my creative friends. Sanctuary for hire. But not today. Today she is all mine.

I’m gonna take my elephant skull with me, too.

Oh, right. Forgot to mention that. My mistake.

No. Not a real skull. A friend of mine knows my love of the letterpress and picked this gem up for me while they were traveling…

It is, by far, one of the most thoughtful and amazing gifts I’ve ever received. Everything about it is just perfectly me.

And it’s time it goes home. To the Temple of Type.

(If you’d like more info on the artist that created this beauty, click here.)

Anywho. Enough talk. There’s push-ups to do before I can print.

And I need to pick up some bananas today as well.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC