The Spinster Ring

This year I received a little family heirloom known as the Spinster Ring. It belonged to my Great Great (Great?) Aunt Helen. She was my Great Grandmother's Aunt, who never married. She was a hostess of some hotels in Palm Springs, whatever else she was up to is a mystery to the family. We have no idea how she got the ring, if she bought it herself or if someone gave it to her as a gift. There is no documentation or knowledge of what her true stories are. I like to believe they she was entertained by a fabulous man who would take her out whenever he was in town. My Grandmother gave my Aunt the ring when she was past her "prime marrying" age. Possibly in hopes it would give her luck to find a husband, and she wore it every day until she married. And now she's given it to me. We had it cleaned by a local jeweler who told me that the ring is most likely from the early 1940s and was stamped white-gold, probably made in Newark, New Jersey. It's fascinating how some people know their craft so well that they can tell the year and where something originated from one quick look.

More to come on how this new old ring effects my love life...

How to pack for Foust Cabin

It's that time of year when all the Fousts gather at the cabin.
This is my general guide for what to pack for the weekend, documented perhaps to help others.

toothbrush, tooth paste

clean undies

pillow, sleeping bag

towel

swimsuit, sunscreen

+ plenty of food

You won't need anything else except for the clothes on your back.

*Note: By the 3rd day I suggest banning cameras and mirrors.

Love Hurts

Dear my sweet car,

Thank you so much for saving my life, and being the strong little bugger that I knew you were. I'm sorry you had to go like this. You held up your side of our bargain. No car will ever live up to your standards in personality and charm. I will always remember how you loved weather so much and refused me heat and air conditioning. It's fitting that you should end in the snow upside-down, rolling over like a little puppy. And who will ever forget your one red mirror that I always felt was winking at me, that's now missing in the great pile of snow. I know your still alive in there somewhere. Maybe if you're fixed you will become just a summer car.

Love You.


It's ironic that the first song I hear when I get in the new car is obviously Stayin' Alive. I dedicate it now to you old buddy.

Patterns

From my grandparents farm. New patterns come and go, but these will always be classic Foust.

Turtles & Ghosts

The princess among all the boys.

Apple Cider

Welcome to Foust Family Apple Time. This year we made about 17 gallons of cider--that's 34 of those bottles. All the leftover bits go to the pigs and cows.


And the Kittens are taking over the world. Here's five of the millions that run around. Any one want some kittens?

Meat & Potatoes

Foust cabin 2009

Chicago

some pictures from my trip to chicago during spring break for my mom's 50th

Dude :: Day

Happy birthday Dadio!

Bath::Suit

Waiting on jobs. It's nice out, time to have a little fun.
Hello beach. Hello summer.

I think one of the boys is my grandpa.

Type::Food

A sketch for a book i'm making for a class on food at family gatherings. Includes initial letter sketches as well as a family tree of the people that usually go.

Dum.Dum.De.Dum

The back of the photo reads: "Dennis and Julie getting in the firebird for the big drive, just married. April 24th 1982." Happy anniversary parents!

50 & Fabulous

beginning and the end

Today marks the end of winter break and the beginning of my last semester at MCAD. I went through old photographs of previous winter holidays and I noticed a pattern in gifts I've received: stickers, decorating kits, marker sets, cameras..... it seems as if my family knew where I would end up. Only I've grown out of Lisa Frank, Crayola, and Barbie.

ps. Tomorrow marks the beginning of Pres. Obama
oh and the sixth puzzle (underwater themed...thanks hannah)
oooo and lost (wed)
so many beginnings...

Layers of Grime

Welcome to my grandparents farm, where they tend to use things way past sanitary. The layers on this deck of cards feel like wax. You can pretty much scrape it off with your fingernail. The pot has sat on their wood burning stove for god knows how long, they use it as a humidifier. Gorgeous.

Baby::Apple

As you may know I have never owned a computer
Until now...
I am now a proud parent.
He was conceived at 4:40pm
Born at 5:34pm
Beginning of apple babybook 2009
Picture of the womb from which he was birthed

Computer::Happy

You can guess how excited I was when I was asked to verify this code!
What are the odds? What a lovely word...



I found this interesting little postscript error as my dock one morning.
So much for identifying icons.

holding hands::hands holding

Some fam negatives I scanned in a while back.

You can always go home

It's Fall!!
I went for a hike.

I stood on lillypads

Hi Grandpa
Hi Mick

Photo::Album

Some good old photographs of the fam