Tag Archives: Fur

texture of life

Texture I’ve been thinking about how important texture is lately, the texture of life. Too much texture though and things can become overwhelming. The streets of New York are nothing if not textured, literally and figuratively this city is a place of extreme texture. I had to get out to air my brain yesterday, so […]


fur heaven’s sake

Chin Chi The first time I touched the fur of a chinchilla, I realized I could never wear fur again. It’s precious really, this little cuff of rabbit fur I found at one of my favorite fabric stores. It’s soft, so soft that you can almost not feel it. I first experienced that when I […]