atelelgraham is open for business!

Way back in middle school I was handed the job of decorating the school bulletin board once a month. Not a fan of the boring block letters the Ellison cutter offered, I created patterns of my very own font in three sizes. This instigated a love of lettering. Instead of painting my nails and filling out magazine questionnaires, I spent hours writing “the quick brown fox...” in a dozen different styles. And today, that passion becomes a custom hand-lettering business right here in my office-playroom-studio! While an etsy shop may open in the near future, I’ve decided to post my work here on my blog and on my businstagram and take custom orders through email for the time being. So please, peruse all the things and consider me for your lettering needs!

banners and welcome boards add a special touch to parties, showers, weddings, and photos

send me your envelopes and mailing list for invitation calligraphy

 chalkboards are my love language

 personalized monograms make great gifts for brides and babies

 parties are a passion of mine, and I'd love to make yours extra special

banners and buntings make the boldest statement dainty

...and my baby is really cute ;)

for pricing and orders, email wowbrittanylane@gmail.com

violet's twelfth month

23 lb . 2 oz . 31 in

wearing 12mo clothes, size 5 diapers

loves: eggies, fake coughing (she replies with her own fake-cough-growl), brushing her teeth in the bath, "Brown Bear"

hates: the tx heat that can't stop won't stop, having her face washed, laying down, car rides (a former love, now dreaded)

I took my first steps on Harry Potter's birthday, I give (sometimes) and take (always) when you say "thank you," I want all of mom's food, I am obsessed with Facetime (and hanging up on people, turning mom's wifi off, and answering the phone whilst screaming bloody murder), I climb into the cabinet's I'm allowed to play with, my feet are super ticklish, I can clap now and I LOVE it, I cut tooth #8 yesterday (a major answer to prayer), and I AM ONE!

My baby is one! Bobby and I reminisced the eve of her birth as we settled into bed last night, and I really don't understand how on earth it has already been a year since we spent a long day playing board games and watching Friends in between waves of nausea. Or how a year ago I didn't yet know what my daughter's cry sounded like, how her gorgeous eyes shine like sunbeams, how her lips pucker when she dreams. I feel like the past year has happened in about two months time, but I also can hardly remember life without a baby monitor blasting white noise at my side. It is so hard to describe the emotions that have been welling within me every time I anticipate today for the past several weeks, but today I am choosing joy above all else. My sweet Violet has been such light to me and the rest of her framily for the last 12 months, and I cannot wait to see what's in store for her next trip around the sun!

P. S. Her birthday bash is on Saturday at Bobby's parents' house and we would love for you to come if you're in the area! We are making the trek to Florida specifically so that we can share our gal pal with everyone back home, so don't miss the festivities! A copy of the invite is in my last post ;)

P. S. S. I posted three other times this month, basically a record, and there aren't many extra highlight pictures due to a relapse of the nesting bug I had last year (but all the closets, the kitchen, and the bathrooms are organized!). So if you need your fix, just keep scrolling onto the last few posts..

this was V's candid expression for at least five minutes when we woke her up to a bed of balloons. It was hilarious.

did I mention she loves to clap?

violet's cake smash

In just seven short days, my first born will be one year old. I just mailed out her birthday invitations and I cried the whole way home because you can't stay in denial mode after inviting your framily to celebrate (and mourn) that first year.I don't completely understand why I'm so torn up over this somewhat arbitrary milestone. When she wakes up next Tuesday, nothing will change, not physically (unless this stubborn tooth finally gives in and pops through). But according to rules and definitions decided by random people, I will no longer have an infant. Don't get me wrong, to see her figure out more and more of her little world each day - from her first steps the other night, to uncovering the flaps of new books all on her own, to turning on her favorite song all by herself and dancing the cutest jig... I love this stage where she is very quickly becoming her own person with thoughts and determination and emotions. But I will forever miss cradling my little bundle, waking up to her hungry coos from the crook of my arm, wearing her tiny body everywhere I went in my sling. By little baby is growing up before my very eyes. And I am so very proud of everything she has become.