M R Snakes

M R Snakes.

No M R'nt.

S M R! C M E D B D I's?

L I B! M R Snakes!

The fellas down in Atlanta at Bearings Guide have gone off and hopped into the wall furnishings space with several handsome prints of the utmost importance. Like, the cuts of dinner, or the proper relation of dark Kentucky spirits, or what to look for if you are tromping around in the Smokies so you don't get a bite, a swollen extremity, a death.

We'd talked with them a little bit when they were getting these ready, so as a nice gesture, they mailed one up to us. They are real beautifully illustrated pieces that serve as a bit of art and a bit of a PSA. Printed down there in Terminus on some heavy card stock (220lb!) and a single color. Simple is good.


Open Studios.

If you're in Somerville tomorrow, awaiting the next foot of snow that will fall by evening, asking yourself where you could get some beers, pizza, maybe see some wood type, maybe see where Old Try gets their magic pulled together, well, you're in luck.

Union Press is opening their doors and cabinets tomorrow for those who wonder what all goes on inside 440 Somerville Ave. Get there while you can. Cause the busses are going to freak out when the snow comes. And who knows if you'll ever be able to get over there again.


What we're looking at now.

Wait'll you see what we're cooking up with @buffalo_jackson y'all. #ramblings



What in store? Hopefully, us.

Obviously, you know where to find us on the world wide web, but we'd like for you to be able to find us more often in the actual wide world.

We fully realize that in life, and especially in the South, an introduction goes a lot further than an unsolicited call. And we only know so many folks. More every day, but still so few.

That's where you come in. Do you or someone you know work for a brick-and-mortar shop that would be a perfect fit for Old Try?  Does Uncle Bobby work at that amazing interiors place on Main Street?  Does your friend Sally work at that awesome stationary and gift shop?

If so, let us know. Shoot us an email at business@theoldtry.com.  If we end up getting into a shop using your contact, we'll give you a free poster. How's that for a trade? To get the free poster, we do need an actual person to get in touch with, not just your favorite shops in town (we're happy to hear about those too, just no print).

Thanks y'all. We really are only able to do this thing with help.


On Lent.

I’ve been thinking about Lent after we read a real thought provoking essay on it the other night at Bible study. It got me to thinking. I don’t think a lot, so when something really gets my mind spinning, I have to process it. Sometimes aloud, sometimes not. This time, though, I feel like sharing where my head is.

When Lent rolls around, I think of what to give up – no, can’t do coffee; no, I like beer too much; no, giving up work doesn’t count – in order to feel the suffering of Christ. What thing will align me more with Christ and what he gave? He, his life. Me, electricity. I think that what I’ve been doing is far off. Sure, abstaining from beer and giving the alms that I would’ve spent on it is a good thing, but not the point.

The Lenten season is a time when people spend 40 days aligning their lives more in tune with the truth of Christ, that they might enter the time of Baptism on Easter Sunday with clear eyes and full hearts, as it were. It isn’t about doing without. It is about moving into.

Which made me realize this year that I don’t need to give up something. That I need to add something. I need to bring back time in the word, time in prayer (mainly for others), time with God. I guess, in effect, that in doing so, I will give up something: myself and my desires. Simple right?

There was a time when I could spend an hour each day reading and thinking about spiritual things. That time was college. A time that passed a decade ago. Life has progressed and cities have changed and I’ve found ways to spend time in the morning designing posters that are fine and good and profitable but that leave me coming up short. I realize that I’ve been doing all these things under my own power. The times I’ve prayed and sought God’s wisdom are largely for me and my benefit. Lord, grow our family. God, bless and make profitable Old Try. Father, give me joy. Hope. Feelings. Community. Job offers. Things.

Very briefly I will think: I must become less, He must become greater. Then I will go back to self-praise.

I’ve realized as of late that my prayers are for my benefit but not my procurement. I should come humbly. Realize my inabilities. Lay myself down before something greater. I’m not Moses. My intercessions won’t change God’s plans. But they will help me realize that I’m not in control of them, and that my acceptance of them aren’t something that will come without questions or reservations. But my humility and acceptance should come like Job. I must continue through the uncertainty and trials with thanksgiving and reverence.

That’s kind of it. For the remainder of Lent, I will spend more time in prayer and reflection. Not for me. Not for Old Try. For others. For the glory of God to shine on the earth. To accept His lot for me in life. For His will to be done.

Good news is that I’ll have plenty of coffee and beer in the meantime to mull-it-over over. And Lord willing, there will be plenty of time in to design posters come April.



Days like today make me wish we still lived in North Carolina. I mean, this game has its own Wiki Page.

Don't know how she's going to turn out, as Duke is just dominating this year. But you can't rule out good old fashioned hate.

Here's to the game. And if any of you are headed that way, have fun.

And remember, UNC leads the series 132-102. Heels!

Graphic taken from the uber talented designer Patrick Moore

At Home in Georgia

At home in Georgia.  One of the original Hotty Toddy prints amongst other treasured pieces.


Mardi Gras. Rhymes with Party Y'all.

Grab an Abita, a King Cake, a guy or gal, enjoy your proximity to New Orleans over our's, and have a ball.


Twenty Hours of Nemo.

A little bit of patience and a little bit of avoiding hitting the tripod (cept that once) gives us a nice time lapse of the 5th biggest storm to hit Boston in 125 years.

And since we kept power, we loved every minute of it.


Stir Crazy.

We were going a bit batty this weekend thanks to Nemo. So we strapped on the shoes and headed up to the woods. Turns out, you can do a lot with 26" inches of snow.


What we're looking at now.

Couple feet. Couple hours shoveling. Ole Miss bball during my break. #ramblings



University of Ole Miss

Some young fellows might be a little unsure of how to say our name, but this is the most fun I've had on recruiting day in ever. Productivity at an all time low. Outlook on the season higher than when Eli was slinging the pigskin down in Oxford. Ole Miss up to #6 at the moment. Here's to big things.

At Home In Tuscaloosa

A submission from Tuscaloosa, AL.
Cool idea to mount these guys on a shutter!



"Naked" means you ain't got no clothes on. "Nekkid" means you ain't got no clothes on and you're up to somethin'. - Lewis Grizzard

We'd gotten a call last year from a fellow who had opened a store in Winston-Salem, NC. It was called Nekkid Dave. I decided that it was prolly better not to ask about the name (momma would tell me to mind my own beeswax) and just ship the man what he was looking for.


The Fun of Firing Yourself.

Before becoming a full-time author, Sherwood Anderson wrote ad copy for Chicago-based agency Taylor Critchfield Co. In 1918, he was finally able to quit the day job and to devote himself entirely to his passion, at which point he penned the following letter to his boss, Bayard Barton: 

June 25, 1918

Dear Barton:

You have a man in your employ that I have thought for a long time should be fired. I refer to Sherwood Anderson. He is a fellow of a good deal of ability, but for a long time I have been convinced that his heart is not in his work.

There is no question but that this man Anderson has in some ways been an ornament to our organization. His hair, for one thing being long and mussy gives an artistic carelessness to his personal appearance that somewhat impresses such men as Frank Lloyd Wright and Mr. Curtenius of Kalamazoo when they come into the office.

But Anderson is not really productive. As I have said his heart is not in his work. I think he should be fired and if you will not do the job I should like permission to fire him myself. I therefore suggest that Anderson be asked to sever his connections with the Company on August 1st. He is a nice fellow. We will let him down easy but let’s can him.

Respectfully submitted,

Sherwood Anderson