i just realized how guarded i must be. i got an adrenaline rush from laying in the yard at midnight.

crazy? possibly. awesome. totally.

at midnight, i quick grabbed the most silk-reminiscent thread count sheet i could find and an old blanket.   i waited until midnight because it’s when the world is still. quiet. peaceful, a `la carte….(& exciting because it’s a little late to be awake….especially with a Lucy & Ethel backyard blanket midnight meditation plan. …afterall we ALL know…only unspoken, adrenaline rush, double-dog dare, ‘secrets that bond us until death’ transactions take place after 11:59 p.m.  duh.)

SO…i laid out our old fuzzy blanket.  you know, one of those Sunday afternoon Lifetime movie couch blankets that have vivid patterns on them.  they’re the ones that you get for Christmas.  On top of my 9 yr old fuzzy family heirloom, i cloud floated the most amazing silky-satin; slip-like-a-banana-peel-if-you-step-on-it sheet to complete my backyard pallet.  I rolled over to my back; checked out the big dipper, then took a deep fresh breath of Oklahoma air and shut my eyes.

At this point, I just wanted to be free, what happened next was the source of my thrill….

i laid. felt the breeze like a cold pillow case. first from the north, then the south, like a chilly blanket snuggling me in the early southern summer. i decided to breathe this wonderful moment in distraction free. keep the eyes closed. it is only me…my movie blanket and the air.  then it happened.  the cold snuggle became a woosh. my first reaction was to open my eyes and watch the trees…not for wonder, but security. i needed the control of knowing i was safe. it was just the wind.  the problem? i have already committed to eyes shut. relaxing (which i’m NOTORIOUSLY TERRIBLE at). anyhow, my promise was made. the eyes are staying shut. the woosh became crisp. the orchestrea swish of maple leaves became more pronounced and my adrenaline kicked in.

try it. seriously. cheap thrills. safe thrills. good times.

xoxo,

le

We have some excitment brewing in the studio! A new collection on the horizon chock full of our all time best selling pieces…all wrapped up in a tidy catalog! WOOHOO!

Le Layers…launching soon!

xoxo,

lindsey

*ATTN SHOPPERS, BUYERS, & ALL INTERESTED PURCHASING PARTIES.*

We are so excited at the recent flood of new account requests! We’re addressing them one at a time to give each customer the ultimate Lindsey Erickson experience (and are working hard to do this in a superhero-like-warp-speed manner).   If an {le} superhero hasn’t contacted you within 48 hours, please feel free to resend your request (xoxo@lindseyerickson.com), as sometimes messages may be lost in flight.

In the meantime… browse the latest blog, like us on FaceBook, follow us on twitter, @funkytownlinds, & check your inbox for hints of vintage and rust!

~☮♥♚& sparkle~

xoxo,

le

Warning: My thoughts come out fast. I type almost as fast. There are runons…random sparks of thought set free….Professor Journalism, from Angelo State circa 1999, I apologize for how uncomfortable this (and all of my posts) probably make you. At least now, my flowery writing can’t be reflected on my transcript.   Let it go. Release.  It’s ok.  Breathe.

Disclaimer: I never know what’s gonna come out as I begin to type.  This baby started as a watch promotion that I’m not too proud to say I designed… and is a rather rockin’ piece of art. (search {the sTiCkYfInGeRs watch}).     Whew, publicist, marketing consultants, reps, my inner voice… happy and plug satisfied, let’s get to where my mind is really floating….

With a warning AND disclaimer, you’d think I’m about to ask for your ID and blood sample. What can I say, I just really love side notes. I think they’re a way of life. To title the sidenote; that’s my attempt at an organized thought. Ahh, my gift to you. A glimpse into the Republic of Lindsey!  Now that you ‘get me’, we can progress…

So, do you know those days when you look in the mirror and think, “Wowza, I’d hit on her! She’s pretty hot.” (If not, go directly to The Secret by Rhonda Bynum and come back to me.)

For the holders of The Secret, you know that special, skip-in-your-step day that kind of makes you feel like Snow White when you wake up in a wildflowered scented room to the sound of birds chirping, cool breeze dancing Mamba with the curtians? You know, like every Monday at 8 am when you…breathe deep and fill your lungs with fresh air..awaken your muscles with a good animalistic body corting stretch…sit up…sing “ah..ah..ah..ah..ah..ah…” the birds fly in and make your bed…oh crap.. I’m mixing fairytales. Does it really matter? They’re just all stories of the writers perceived view of perfect. Yikes! Woah, Nelly, I poked too deep to fast. Anyone out there bleeding? If so, I suggest Neosporin+pain relief ointment with a band-aid. Put your big girl panties back on and saddle up.  Here’s the truth as I see it…

Not feeling magical? It’s your own fault…. and definitely a matter of perception. I’ll lay it out… simply..you get what you give…

I had a Snow White.. or Cruella DeVille morning, depending on your view. It wasn’t the old school cartoon we grew up with, but it was Snow White…le™ style, …here’s how it went…

Good Morning Snow White:  This fine Tuesday morning, I awoke to a 4 year old bird named Teagan who was ready to peck his weight in “scientific siy-ings” {FYI ‘siy-ings’ rhymes with ‘things’ concerning our feathered friends (the same birds that I’m hoping will make my bed).

Morning breeze, provoked by an energy saving fan.. adds tiny movement to the curtians.  I smile and kiss my baby, Mom’s Baby… as I crumpled the down duvet around his boney limbs to fit him like a puzzle against my core. I snuggle my knees in a comfy kid chair while picking the breakfast Oreos out of his hair.   Right now, he’s the perfect height to breathe in his hair. I love the smell of my kids. I think it might be the best smell in the world. It smells like…love…with a hint of me… home…sweet forehead midnight smooches.   Today, it’s a mix of baby magic with a hint of sunscreen left over from yesterday’s backyard waterpark fiasco. He smells a little like an outdoor kid, and I like that.

Pause:

{sidenote on the 4 yr old morning greeting bird: Though his given name is Teagan, he  prefers many different addressing titles; according to his current designated adventure.  To ensure your complete comprehension of any and all future chats, here is his list of acceptable aliases; according to the real Teagan.

given name: Teagan Jack Erickson, age 4 ….aliases listed in the order this slang was sprouted, chronologically, of course.  And yes, before your thoughts go there, this kid literally anwers to all of these, and does not need to be evaluated by a psychiatrist, but rather is on the receiving end of awesome genetics in smarts and creativity. Blah, blah mommy, put away your wallet shots and get to the funnies.

Alias Rules, according to Teagie: Variations of the listed acceptable addressing formats DO NOT WORK.   For example, substituting “Man vs Wild” for Bear Grylls or “Survivorman” for Les Stroud is not clearly not tolerated and grounds for one’s thoughts, warnings & comments to be completely dismissed on the 4 yr old’s part. Ben-10 says so. This is iron clad…FDIC Insured by the Bank of Imagination  (aka, kiddo will ignore you if you call him the wrong name. this deal lasts for hours. i’ve resorted to writing the name on my hand for contact information in case of emergency.   he never breaks character, not even when he’s hurt. worried that he might be Jason if he falls out of a tree that Bear scaled, and I’m not sure I have all of Jason’s insurance info.  Do they fingerprint in the ER? They should.

Aliases that may provoke a new scene:

Nugget (yeah, his very first nick name);

Teega Weega;

Teagie;

Teagers;

Weega;

lil brother,

Willis (oh, yeah as in “Whatchew talkin’ ’bout…),

MY BABY (most used in references between mother and child including “Where is my…” “you smell like my..” “i love my”…”i need to snuggle my”…),

Survivorman (especially loves this one during the Fall and tornado season, when there are awesome twigs littering the yard. these twigs are then amazingly upcycled into a forts..campgrounds……fire rings…fire starter triangles,..& pole vaults. Bear Grylls,

Ben (as in Ben-10 Ultimate Alien Fighter; owner of the REAL Ulitmate Alien Omnitrex Watch and all compatable parts)

Jason (Ben’s friend; I think?),

Spiderman, or Peter for short,

Johnnie,

Noah,

Clark K.,

Dr. Mettry- yeah, his pediatrician, lol. honestly, i love this one the most. i don’t know if it’s the classic Mom’s hope for a Dr. in the family or the amazing facts Mini Mettry spits out. Either way, it’s a serious trip to witness.  We’re talking full character bandaids and all. he’s compassionate. the chuckle kicker?  somehow, he can’t grasp to translate it to Dr. Erickson. Apparently, Dr. Mettry had quite a positive impact on him pulling that rubber tire shred out of his sinus cavity. I think they bonded.

scientist guy- we’re still exploring where this title will lead, as it’s new to our lingo. defined, so far, as anything he thinks is cool. wants to know where the scientist people are born. Specifically, what location these radical people are starting from; and where they learn the things they know.  science 101 is then followed up by a minimum of 897 questions on the subject(sssssss).   our recent landings=’paleontologist’, ‘chemist’, ‘researcher’, ‘astronaught’, tip toed through ‘geologist’,  ’electrician’ & ‘etymology’. Actually, the last one is less of a tip toe and  more of a permanent stay shelter/work program for needy, humbled or cripled mayflies, monarchs in trouble and worms in hiding. Rolly pollies optional. Sometimes a moth. Today an awesome snal. Occasionally, fuzzy catepillars only once a snake.

and animal doctor (don’t try to call him a Veterinarian becase he won’t answer).

Sometimes, we add to the list, but these are the main Teagan-based visitors that frequent our house..studio..fences…tree tops..neighbors rooftops.

OMG, quit staring at the computer screen and go do something productive for 15 mins…then come back to me. No, seriously, you’ll feel better goofing off if you just worked hard for 15 minutes. bookmark the site. go. sprinkle some amazing. return.

xoxo,

le

I met today with a professor about marketing. Some of his first questions, became solvable as they rolled off of his tongue… blog? tweet? fb? do you use them?

All I can say in response is “Duh, jewelry girl.” I have so many thoughts, ideas, one liners , random things, some might be even be quoteable, helpful, funny.. that I share only with one email recepient at a time.  I do this over and over again every day. Each message more exciting than the next.

I’ve been told a book should be in my future. I say, why not? We can all be amazing, seeking out bits of glory through expression, so , why not me? you? Do you have something to say? I do. 23 1/2 hours a day I do. Why not 24? Shower. No thoughts. Just bubbles. Steam. Warmth. Peace. Comfort.

Is it that big of a deal to write a book? It’s just words. Thoughts laid out in order, recorded religously over time. So, why not?  Cricuts chirping on my end as well.

Why doesnt every creative chatterbox have a book? I’ll tell you why. It’s simple. It’s the “religously” part that snags the deal for sure. Consistancy isn’t something dulled out to every Tom, Dick and Harry…or Lindsey. I’ll admit, I’m not much of a routine kinda gal. I like to have each day different, surprising, full of problems to solve and puzzles to crack. No routine weighing down my constant IV drip of creativity.   It keeps me on my toes…which leads me to the question… Where does the social media end? How many apps will we check daily 10 years from now?  Will we even have time to live after we’ve updated our status worldwide on 25 social sites, answered 50 emails, Pinned 25 things…you get the idea.

If you were alone on an island or with a laptop, which would you prefer? (Don’t lie and say alone, we’d all prefer the laptop… with a hope of internet service.)

So let’s say you have this laptop with internet on an island. Where do you go first? It would stand to reason, coastguard.com or the liking, but I bet half of you would check your Facebook, tweet a bragish or S.O.S one liner that you are stuck on this island, blog about it, check your email.. first.

Has technology dimmed our perception of emergency or just sucked every possible free second of the day? Perhaps. Is this a bad thing? Naw…I think that dimmed perception is maybe a stress overload defense. Now free time, on the other hand…Hmmm…

Why the sudden social media pouty face?  This week, I witnessed a 4 year old ice cream fit that ended in throwing a lotion bottle through the living room flat screen TV. (Yes, my 4 year old has a little bit of BamBam in him.)   Without TV, it almost feel like camping…or, being stuck on a desert island….with time to blog.

good times. good times.

I realized my lesson for the day as it typed out on the screen…

“I forgot to call you. Internet was down and apparently it’s like putting a sheet over a bird cage. It made me think I couldn’t communicate with the outside world at all. xoxo, le”

We have a birthday in the house!

Hadassah, our Director of Assembly is finally 21! Congrats to one amazing lady!

Lindsey Erickson Designs loves Dallas Market!

What an amazing trip to Dallas!  We made new friends who graciously shared invaluable tips for these young newbies.

{HUGE thanks to Irma, the designer/owner of  Viva Bags of California.  Not only does she design eye catching handbags in luxurious leathers, she took these two nervous girls under her wing and sweetly offered helpful tips. If your store is in the market for designer handbags, stop here first.  Irma’s 25+ years of experience as well as love for quality and design show in every aspect of her business.  She showed us how to successfully mesh kind hearted with successful businesswoman. Thanks, Irma!}

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