by Miranda Meadows | Artisan Blog
One year ago, I’m in my childhood home celebrating thanksgiving far away from the imminent Chicago winter. Everywhere I look, I see “holiday cheer.” I can’t hide from it. And normally, I don’t want to. As a self-described Lover of All Things Elf Culture, I live...
by Miranda Meadows | Artisan Blog
It’s 6 months after moving into my apartment. I look around, seeing evidence of a lived in space. There’s a throw blanket on the chair closest to a window with glass marked by the nose prints of a curious dog. A small pile of books, a sketchbook, and pens are...
by Miranda Meadows | Artisan Blog
I hop out of my car and into the morning sun, followed by an eager ball of fur whose name, Dash, matches his spirit. He is thrilled to be back at the dog beach. I am too, because this is where I am certain I will develop my idea for the perfect blog post… a post on...
by Miranda Meadows | Artisan Blog
Every Monday, I stop by the store on my way to work, taking time to carefully choose the flowers that most call to me. With senses on high alert, I wonder over the colors, the smells, the contours, and the softness of the petals, quietly observing the many...
by Miranda Meadows | Artisan Blog
25 years ago… A 5-year-old girl with long brown hair, highlighted by the sun, and a smooth, tanned forehead, daydreams about her future. Her favorite animal is a toss-up between a pink flamingo and a unicorn (because they ARE real), but she desperately wants...