It feels weird knowing that I’ve drastically, terribly, awfully neglected this place and am hopping back on with, “LET’S TALK TV, Y’ALL.” But here we are. It’s Mad Men season and I really have no choice.

We’ve been pretty swamped over here, what with National Stationery Prep and impending baby (I’ve been told that “impending” isn’t such a flattering word for that baby…) and believe it or not, I have loads to say about both of those things. But I’m finding one of the great ironies of life (blogging) is that when you have the stuff you MOST want to discuss, you’re usually too busy with that stuff to find time to discuss it.

But TV? That’s not time-consuming discussion. That’s necessary and purposed, and frankly I just need a break from thinking about the heavier, all-consuming pieces of my day. How bout you?

So, let’s start with last week, since I so horrifyingly neglected to post here after the premier. Who’s with me? You’ve got thoughts, I know it.



by Liz on 03.18

Little J is already (already!) at an age that demands we begin seriously talking about preschools for the fall.

School is a sort of scary thing for me, which I’m sure is no surprise. I’ve faced each of his new phases with dubious resistance and blogpost navel-gazing. Why would school be any different?

Though I have my nights of sweaty terror, my real fears aren’t really Law and Order or Nightly News-based. Excluding a few panicky moments, I’m less worried about the dramatic and extreme, and more worried about just… life stuff. This is the beginning of a whole world full of things outside of my protective grip. Kids and their mean jokes, embarrassing mistakes in front of jeering classrooms, impatient teachers who maybe won’t fully understand just how sweet and special he is. All of the little quirks and ticks that are just his, things that I find so endearing- what if they’re just fodder for teasing and cruel nicknames?

The teacher encourages us to set aside a day to visit the school as a sort of test-run, making sure it’s a good fit, feeling out his little comfort levels. We pick a day, put him in some new pants, and pack a lunch.

I drop him off and linger in the doorway, watching as he runs to sit at a squat table full of other kids his size. I force a grin and wave goodbye, squelching worries that he won’t be understood, that he won’t fit in, or (maybe the worst), that he won’t fit in and won’t realize it. Of course I want my kid to march to the beat of his own drum and feel empowered to be his own person. But I also sort of hope that “own person” is just normal enough to scrape by without any traumatic taunting.

At the end of the day, we pick him up. He bounds out the front door, turning back to wave as all the kids on the playground call, “Bye Josh!” The teacher hands me a stack of construction paper projects still tacky with gluestick, and pulls me aside. She smiles, explaining that all of the kids were running a race in the grass and one little girl tripped and fell over. All of the other kids- small, oblivious, intent on their own place in the race- ran around her, or hopped over, or quickly sidestepped her. Just Little J stopped mid stride, bending to the girl to ask, “Are you okay?”

So, yeah, this story was partly a bald excuse to just brag about my son on the internet. But I also had a bit of a moment there, as I do when I’m in these navel-gazey modes. I’ve been so concerned that I need to protect my little son from outside unknowns, I never considered that maybe he could be the kind of kid who protects other kids. I worry about not being there to help him, and instead, he’s already helping others.

Maybe school won’t be so bad.

Besides, I survived being called Lizardbreath just fine. Hardly even think about it any more.






by Liz on 03.03

After a year of big plans for Betsy Ann Paper, we had one very specific goal for this year:

Lay low.

Our next Big Step in the ever growing, ever changing list is to hit the National Stationery Show. But, we knew that would mean a lot of preparation, a lot of planning… frankly, a lot of cash. So, 2015 NSS, here we come! Til then, we’d planned to spend a year focusing our energies on making that possible.

Then, I was invited to attend.


The National Stationery Show gives us the ability to personally meet retailers from all over the country. It provides the chance to end up on shelves in small independent shops, all the way to big retail chains. It legitimizes our small business to all of the big guys. On top of all of that, accepting this invitation to come this year instead of next, means that we’ll be specially featured as up-and-coming artists. It’s an amazing opportunity- one that we just can’t pass up at this stage in our growing business. But, one that also came up just a bit sooner than we planned. Three months is a short amount of time to work out all of the logistics of catalog printing, booth building, getting our butts to NYC. But it’s an incredibly short amount of time to raise the money that would make all of that possible.

With highest hopes, we’ve pulled together a Kickstarter. It’s still a pretty tall order- only 25 days to raise $3,000, and that’ll just cover the bare minimum booth fee. There’s still so much more to do! But we’re confident that, with a push, we can really make this happen, and really make it worth it.

If you have a chance and the ability, it would be super terrific awesome of you to contribute. Backers get all sort of good things (stationeryyyy), plus that happy-fuzzy feeling. If contributing personally isn’t in the cards (haaaa. cards), I’d really appreciate your help passing the link along and spreading the word! We’re incredibly grateful for the many kinds of support we’ve received over the last few years, and we’re excited to take this next step.