In the middle of white winter I will think of these images.

Missing the color and the

texture of summer.

Missing the scent and taste of summer. What will you miss?


hello yellow.

Sorry yellow...you were never one of my favorite colors but

recently I have developed a new passion for the color of cheer.

I googled some info on my new found friend and discovered some interesting trivia...

In Japan yellow represents courage.
In China, adult movies are referred to as yellow movies...hmmm.
In Russia a "yellow house" is an insane asylum.

Whatever. Yellow is my new best friend since it just makes me smile.


who knew?

So when I decided to become a licensor, little did I know I would need to

become a talented illustrator to offer that fabulous image to my clients...and I would need to

offer fabulous design and pattern and palette (on-trend of course)...and I would need to 

summon up my expertise in photography to capture that fabulous product shot...and I would need to

become a stylist as well to create the fabulous photo...and I would need to 

become an interesting interior designer because a fabulous home should follow fabulous art...and I would need to

circulate the fabulous art in the fabulous photo on social media and...I would need to 

write fabulous press releases and design a fabulous website and design a fabulous tradeshow booth and design fabulous styleguides and design fabulous ads and design fabulous presentations...all the while sewing fabulous samples from fabulous fabric and creating fabulous crafts for my fabulous clients and eventually digesting fabulous contracts..who knew?


step away from the computer.

My computer likes me when I empty trash, clear the hard drive and hit restart. 
I can tell it is smiling when I hear that Apple purr. 
The same effect can be had on my internal hard drive. After an especially tedious assignment I like to move from computer desk to drawing table and start fiddling with beads or playing with paint. It feels like hitting the restart button. 
And I know it works because my hard drive is smiling...purr.


once upon a time.

Cleaning out my flat files, I came across this older work. It made me smile. Before 9/11 I was an assignment illustrator working for

ad agencies, design studios, magazines, and publishers. Loved it. All of my illustration was painted and I worked on really fun projects from the Mattel Barbie styleguides to a poster with Picabo Street, ad campaigns for Budweiser and American Express, editorial illustrations for The New York Times, Washington Post and Seventeen magazine, and a mural for the QVC corporate offices.

Now I don't need flat files anymore. All my work is done in Illustrator. Lucky for me I am a person that enjoys change. Wonder what the next chapter will bring?


plant a seed.

Growing a garden is like growing a business.

For style, draw a plan. Choose a palette. Plant a seed. 

For production, work it.

For originality look for the unexpected.

For quality, go straight to the source.

For consistency, know a good thing.

For partners, take a different path.

For new business, dig around.

For endurance, create a masterpiece.



I have always loved anything french. 
French food, french words, oh la la, french fries, french berets, french parfum, french bread, french fashion, but of course...

so when one of my licensees sold my work to Walmart Canada

I was tres heureuse!


summer reading.

"Spinsters in Jeopardy"...wonder what the alternative titles were?



My projects are my babies, so when I see all the copying occuring in the design world it is disturbing. Lately I have seen the flower in my logo knocked off on a teacup for a major retailer...

my brand Cocomimilulu has appeared overseas as Choco Mimi and my
concept has been knocked off in the states and...my product photography has been knocked off and...

my tagline "fresh modern classic" has been knocked off. So what do I have to say to all the unoriginal knock off artists. Catch me if you can, because I never know what I am going to do next so whatever you are doing is sooooo yesterday!


dodo word.

A very talented friend writes brilliant copy. She sends me smart, witty emails, word puzzles, brain teasers. I love words. Sadly the written word is a dying art. Who would Dorothy Parker have been in this day and age? You decide.

"I don't care what is written about me as long as it isn't true."

"Don't look at me in that tone of voice."

"The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue."


dance. dance. dance.

So then I won a contest to invite 200 of my closest friends to a dance club in New Haven.

And then I won  tickets to Madison Square Garden to see Michael Jackson.

My mother started competing in ballroom dancing and her friends strutted their stuff at my wedding.

We had a big party to christen our new house...

 and even thru life's ups & downs...

my art is still dancing along with me.



An art director once told me that my work seemed musical...like the images were singing and dancing.

My mother started me in tap dance lessons when I was three years old.

Every school dance I went to played this.

When I was sixteen I went to a party where a totally naked stranger asked me to dance
I said NO!

At a club in Paris, Bianca Jagger pushed me off the dance floor. 
Apparently I was in her spot.
At Studio 54 I danced next to Francesco Scavullo, Halston, Steven Rubell, Bianca (again) , Vitas Gerulaitis and Andy Warhol so now I know why my images sing and dance.