Combine simple pleasures, a pinch of vintage vibe, a dash of lettering, and the occasional sprinkling of sarcasm. Bake.

I'm a primarily self-taught artist and writer currently dwelling in Sacramento, California, a pretty fine locale and a very inspiring part of the country. My husband describes me by saying, "It's like she lives in a coloring book." Hellz yeah. A good chunk of my visual inspiration comes from mid-century illustration, old Rankin/Bass TV specials, vintage ads, old cookbooks, and general nostalgia. Maybe having the occasional fascination of a six-year-old mind helps, too. I am captivated by places like parks, libraries, book stores, movie theatres, and the post office. I believe in simplicity and remembering how easy it is to enjoy life like we did back in the day... There's a lot of excess and amnesia about.

These are the facts:

• Proudly born and bred in Cleveland. If you hate on that town, or are a Steelers fan, I'm not sure we can be friends.
• My husband is a Steelers fan. What the hell...
• When eating M&Ms, I have to chew an even amount. One half gets chewed on the left side, the other half on the right.  
• I once played a thief in a low-rent comic book superhero movie. I had a choreographed fight scene with the female lead and got thrown out of a window. It was awesome.
• In the sixth grade, I made my Halloween costume: a hand-lettered box of Johnson & Johnson dental floss. Also awesome.
• Also in sixth grade, one of my favorite books was a biography of Vincent Price.
• My brother is a sometimes Elvis impersonator.
• I am a sometimes word maker-upper.
• Ice cream truck sounds and shiny things distract me and toilet humor makes me laugh.
• I used to play roller derby with the Carolina Rollergirls.
• I was born with a dislocated hip and had surgery at age two and again in Canada at age four. There are two 6-inch scars on my left side, and I think they’re pretty cool.
• Sarcasm and a dry sense of humor make my world go 'round. Sometimes I swear. Too much. Roller derby and restaurant jobs will do that to a person.

By all means, say hello! Send an email, or comment on my blog. You don’t want me to start talking to myself, do you? Society will frown on me, I’ll end up owning three dozen cats, and start wearing my bathrobe to the grocery store. Don’t put that kind of burden on your shoulders.