I collect, and sell, vintage clothing and other stuff that complements a lifestyle wherein a person might collect vintage clothing. And stuff. You can find the current inventory of available clothing, sewing patterns, and housewares that hearken back to an earlier era (typically the 1940s through the mid-’60s) at tiddleywink.com. At that there site you can also find links to my Instagram feed, my Pinterest boards, and my Twitter stream. Oh hey, lookit that. I just linked to them from here as well.
I’m an adequate-to-better graphic designer, but I’m a production artist par excellence. I’m also a grammar hobbyist. Combined, it means that I will make sure that your kerning is even, your sentences are sensible, and that your left and right single quotation marks are positioned properly. Unlike the 48-point headline left-facing mark which should have been a right facing mark that appeared on the inside front cover of a catalog I received in yesterday’s mail. A catalog produced by a design department where I once worked, and where I would have caught such a hideous mistake. ::cough:: It also means that people who spend any amount of time around me have grown accustomed to the occasional outburst-near-seizure that I may experience when witnessing sloppy typography, poor margins, and misuse of language. Some friends even prey on it for their own amusement.
I’m an amateur cook. Anything from artichokes to zabaglione. I collect vintage cookbooks—what a surprise—and have a predilection toward unusual vintage recipes, particularly if they involve using tomatoes in ill-advisable ways. I am for the foreseeable future reading Larousse Gastronomique cover to cover, like a novel. A fictional novel, as I’ll likely never prepare any of the recipes contained therein. My only food allergy, or rather “intolerance,” is to capsaicin, which makes me barfy. I simply don’t like kale, or anything made from or with it. See also: coconut water, which tastes to my palate like mildew.
[An increasingly long time ago] I earned a BFA, not a BA. Which means mostly that I got to wear a velveteen-trimmed hood at my processional, in addition to my cap and gown. I’m fancy.
I write. Not for a living or anything, but because I run at the mouth (see above). I tend to make fun of stuff, often myself. I don’t think that I say anything particularly important, but I do hope to amuse. I never intend to waste your time.
My friend Erin wrote this part for me:
- My key lime pie is only so-so, but I’m really good at cooking other stuff.
- I wear smart alecky t-shirts with sayings that only smart people will understand
- My shoe collection takes up more room than my bed
- I’m really pissed about the color of my car
- I have a great backside. ask anyone.
My key lime pie is actually awesome.