The Foundry universe contains multitudes. Some of us are "Artists" with a capital A. Some of us love to pick up a brush and play with color and texture when the mood (or the need to send out a few color-washed "thank you" postcards) strikes. Some of us stand, awe-struck and filled with deep longing, in the intensely pleasing infinite-rainbow-stocked aisles of our local art supply store wondering "but, really, what IS gesso??" before walking quietly back to the fancy journaling pens with a sigh.

We like to think of Saipua, a New-York-based artist-driven collective (dare we say commune?) as star-crossed sisters. Dreamer-in-chief Sarah has assembled a crew of wildflower obsessives, shepherdesses, herbalists, and bon vivants who help to craft Saipua's world of wild beauty, comet bright and yet deeply anchored in family and sense of place.

As anyone who has ever encountered Inigo Montoya can tell you, a Spaniard knows his way around a steel blade.

We all know what makes for bad silverware (see: heavy handled knives clattering to the floor off a slippery plate, forks that won't even pretend to spear a lowly salad leaf, spoons that run off for clandestine moonlit rendezvous with the dish etc.) but what makes *good* silverware?