Recipe for reverie

Two parts reality, one part whimsyTwo parts reality, one part whimsy
Ideas take on a life of their own
Detaching themselves from the source

As they begin to take shape
Anticipation pushes my muse to the edge
Where I discover forms, shadows, and meaning

I don't question the process
The textured layers of
Decisions and Revisions

The paradox of light and shadow
Unveiled illusions
The brush marks of dreams



The Perfect Card

    My love affair with greeting cards began as a child. I experienced the joy of receiving mail on birthdays, Christmas, and assorted milestones from my grandmother in France. The envelope, exotic by virtue of the foreign stamp, stirred anticipation. In the beginning, my mother read them to me, my imagination taking hold of the chain of words that linked me to my grandmother’s part of the world, her stories taking on color, shape, and texture.

Afterward, I’d store these timeless treasures in a hat box for future readings.

    In time I was reading on my own, admiring the artwork that graced each card my grandmother selected just for me, a profound gesture that carried an endearing quality in its simplicity. Frequently, the letter started on the card, then continued onto a sheet of paper folded neatly inside. I took note and responded in kind.

    The perfect card took on a significant meaning in our home. Sometimes making the card myself was the perfect idea, providing a welcome outlet for creativity: an original drawing, a photograph adhered to the front, a collage - - oh the possibilities! Other times, buying the perfect card was the thing to do. I would linger before the displays, hoping for that one card to catch my eye, providing the perfect backdrop to encapsulate my world - - the card the link in this loving ritual between grandmother and granddaughter.

    Little time capsules of childish whimsy, pressed flowers, a smudge of chocolate, ink splashed by a tear when my mother died… the perfect card extended across the ocean that separated us, a bridge between two worlds and two hearts.


Stepping into the New Year

The energy and spirit that keeps us growing is continually inspired by the passion, delight and expectant wonder which is you. The possibilities are endless and we have treasured sharing this journey with you. As the year comes to a close, please accept our heartfelt thanks for the impact you have had on our lives.  We wish you all a happy holiday and joy as the new year awakens cherished memories,unfolding stories and tall tales to delight in every step along the way. 


Tall Tales and more ... coming in 2016

A Gift of Cards

Like an unfolding story, choosing and sending a card is an experience to be savored and delighted in every step of the way. Our beautiful compelling works of art embody limitless possibilities for creative expression and celebrate both the giver and receiver. Let your imagination take flight and treat yourself or someone you love to the luxury of a beautiful hand picked selection of twenty Dandelion cards, tied with silken ribbon for $56.00. Shop

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Three New Cards!

Hundreds of years ago, every greeting card was a piece of fine art. Some were made with hand-carved wood cut-outs, their inked designs pressed deeply into thick paper; others were intricately cut pages, their edges feather light and as fragile as a dandelion wisp.  Mass printing and advances in technology have changed the way the common greeting card looks, but there are still those cards that are pieces of fine art. Dandelion Press presents their newest three:


It has been said that the joy is in the journey. In my case the journey has been 161 paintings long…..65,031 square inches of joy to be exact. The journey continues….

Painting number 161 "SONGBIRD" 270 square inches


"May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue. And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through."

 -Irish blessing


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