Posts Tagged ‘Things that are Handmade’

Happy Halloween!

Saturday, October 27th, 2012

A little bit of Halloween, a whole lot of Viv&Ingrid at Oxford Hall {read: lots of gold glitter}.

We got inspired to get to glittering and polka dotting {yes, that is a verb} after reading Whitney Deal’s blog, but really kicked it into gear once we stumbled upon the pumpkin carving contest hosted by another one of our favorite morning reads, A Beautiful Mess. So they’re not your typical jack-o-lantern, but they’re just the right touch of autumn loveliness to add to our little shop before we descend into holiday madness. {Real talk – Christmas is now less than sixty days away – if we’ve gone missing you’ll find us in the back room binging on peppermint bark and making these until our fingers fall off}.

So Happy Halloween to you and yours – we hope you get pillow cases full of candy and no ensuring trips to the dentist! As a side note, all unwanted Reeses products can be mailed to Viv&Ingrid at Oxford Hall. Including a self addressed and postage paid envelope will result in the return of all of the Mike&Ikes and banana runts that end up in our aforementioned pillow cases.

Watch Your Mouth Or I’ll Wash it Out with Soap

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

Do you remember when your mother used to say this to you? No? Neither do I. It seems this threat existed solely in TV’s more popular nuclear family households (read: the Cleavers, the McCulloughs and the Bradys). If, however, my mother had ever laid down the gauntlet with this warning, I wouldn’t have blinked twice if she had been wielding a bar of Saipua’s soaps. Made in Brooklyn, this small family-owned and operated business produces their soaps in small batches using only food-grade vegetable oils, butters, herbs and extracts. The result: a simple, yet refined soap with packaging to match.

If only this blog had Smell-O-Vision

Our favorite part? The intense, yet pure scent Saipua imbues in each bar. From Lavender Oatmeal to Basil to Peppermint Pumice, each whiff is a veritable reintroduction to even the most familiar of aromas. To top it off, each soap is carefully wrapped in hand-stamped, vintage-inspired paper. We think it would make a great gift, but we’d be impressed if it makes it as far as the intended recipient. Selfish? A little, but sometimes something this perfect is best kept to oneself. And if my disapproving mother is out there reading this and preparing to scrub me of my soap-hoarding ways, I have one request: Peppermint Pumice, please.