Quaranzine
The first week we were working from home felt like the extended snow day that Corporate America needed. The second week felt like a challenge for which YouTube yoga and sourdough starters were our greatest weapons. The third week was a total drag that required any creative outlet possible. Enter: The Quaranzine.
This handmade zine incorporated the superior design stylings of my friend Maddy Spall and whatever fresh ramblings I could conjur up while in total isolation. Our devoted email following of family and friends faithfully tuned in for nine whole weeks as we went on this spiritual journey together. Now that the quaranzine has sent its last edition, I hope you’ll enjoy our pandemic-driven rants—regardless, these will be great fodder for a kid’s book report in 2130.