I received a love package from Montreal today. I really don't deserve the thoughtful friends I have! Christina sent me a new vase she found in Greece. Lots of goodies to eat. Something to write my thoughts down in. A beautiful ceramic hand to display my rings on.
Of course, I might be getting a little ahead of myself. The yard is a lake filled with leaves and needs lots of winter cleaning. Feels like about right now is the time to read flowers catalogs and start dreaming of summer.
I am going to paint over the painting currently hanging in the dining room. I asked Matt to make me a grafitti EAT, something we could cut out. But until he does, I am thinking COWS! I want to paint a cow with scuba mask, and title it, "Where's the Reef?". Anyway ....
Amazing abstract landscapes by Mandy Budan. They make me want to smile every time I look at them! I forgot to mention, if you go to Mandy's website, she details the process of these wonderful creations!
I asked, "why can't I see like i once did?" And he said "because you are getting older". Gee, thanks. More reading glasses. Some cute ones Debby Burks, where I have purchased before. Fashion reading glasses. But then, I usually get mine at the local drugstore when they are on sale. The online shops have gotten a little expensive the last couple of years.
I have always wanted to dress in guys clothes. In college, I wore men's wool pleated trousers that I found at the thrift store with vest! Style Types gives you an idea why I think men have better clothes than the women. Lots of wonderful styles on The Sartorialist.
My friend has a discerning eye when displaying her "found treasures". She is always bringing me back rocks, seedpods, sticks from her travels. Twins - separated at birth. Although, she got the "decorator gene" because she has the knack of putting it all together and making it look like a work of art. This type box mesmerizes me every time I visit her home. It is filled, just so, with the most interesting things. I just want to stand it front of it for hours and take in every little object.
I am blessed and cursed to have a hyper-creative mind. I am the classic Jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none. I can see one little thing and have my thoughts spiral out into something wonderful, original and I get damned excited about it. I am not just a graphic designer, illustrator, but a want-to-be flower photographer, ring designer, sculptor, wood-working-hammering-drilling-experimenter, greeting card designer, collage-maker, assemblage artist, book-maker, quilter, stylist, collector of wonderful objects. Okay, you are getting the point. While applying for jobs, they ask have you designed brochures (yes, when I worked for an agency years ago but I haven't forgotten how), have you designed books (yes), have you work on catalogs (yes, in 1980's when I worked in the advertising department at a newspaper). Yes, I have probably done this or that. I probably haven't kept tearsheets from 1980, although, my husbands keeps everything for me some place in the studio. I am more than my tearsheets and porfolio!
Here is what I don't want to happen to me - "Thinker-of-things, maker-of-none".
I am not a genius but average intelligence. But I have such a thirst for knowing new things, searching out interesting facts, keeping up with the whirlwind technology of this monster we call the internet, watching nature take its' course, seeing something very, very close. I am socially awkward most of the time, preferring to be alone with my thoughts rather than with people (which can work against you in a work environment).
We are all unique and it is tough to let someone's "list of requirements" define who you are, especially if you are lacking a few skills on that list but have an abundance of other skills that aren't even on the list.
I saw something the other day and in an instant, I saw the potential of something else wonderful. Sometimes that happens to me, it is like having a flip-book in my head with a product, or a photo shoot, or an environment to create, a sculpture or a logo. This magic flip-book hasn't been in my brain for months. So this happening was having a great drug. My mind has been numb. Sad. Rejected. Trying to muddle through learning new skills, watching webinars, designing websites to learn what I am deficient in. I have this desire, no it is stronger than a desire ... more than passion, more than hunger ... a yearning, an obsession to be creating. Something. Somewhere. Anything! So when I no longer had my job where I was challenged to do so everyday ... I have been doing that here, by myself ... calendars, desktop-wallpapers, cards, websites, fabrics ... whatever, to prove my worthiness on the computer, with technology.
But I am so much more than my keyboard. And so I want to be the Maker of Things! When I saw my little miracle the other day, I thought "it only takes one seed for a new idea to grow in my brain". I am off to my new adventure in my head! In the garage/studio ... which is why this is being published on a schedule. ;) Newer post coming in a week ... have fun reading just a smidgen of the thousands of saved drafts I have stored up on my dashboard.
There is something so delicious about this type treatment on by Nakano Design. The combination of type and ink-wash makes for a blissful combination. I guess they printed that on the paper like that, the genius of it all! Filed under: I wish I had done that first.
If you want to feel completely inadequate about yourself, your house ... just go stumble through Tumblr and look at the wonderful home images. Or Decorator blogs, where not only do they look fabulous, they have the perfect homes AND they shoot a mean photo. Of course, that does not stop me from peering in each place. I couldn't have said it better than Fete et Fleur did. I often wonder if it is time for me to stop blogging. There are so many wonderful blogs out there doing it much better than I can do. But you know, I love my blog. It is my sacred place to store my fun finds.
I decided this morning to take a week or so off. I have so many drafts piled up scheduled to post, that you won't even know that I am gone. ;) I have many things to think about. I want to go to my studio. To saw and drill something. I have websites to finish. But I am spending entirely too much time in front of my computer screen.
I just applied for a job that pays $15.00 an hour, so this is all dreamin' here ;) Yep, it is my Monday, Tuesday, ego slap-down of applying for jobs. Do you ever feel like your life is over? Or at least your 'big-dreaming' life is over? I have my moments.
I have been collecting "stuff" for as long as I can remember. Especially, china, wine glasses, dessert plates, bowls, teapots, floral, mismatched (viola in particular) tea/coffee cups, saucer and plates. So when I began cleaning up the china cabinet and started thinking "I should get rid of most of this stuff". And that started a whirlwind of clearing out. I am probably not in the best mental state to sell and give away stuff. But once you start taking things out and making a pile, it is hard to go back.
Trying to find something to make out of all the old silverware I have. Made a lot of noise the other day hammering spoons out. Not sure that is what I want to do with them. Maybe enamel them and hang them on the wall?
What to do with all of those mismatched cups and saucers? No candles! I am trying to figure out a way to make them into a couple of vases. Shoot them for stock photography - but then I am still stuck with them?
Floral plates? A cake stand, I could use the cups, saucers and plates!
Delicate Japanese tea sets?
Contact a photographer for them to use in shoots? I could just give them back to the Goodwill and let someone else discover them. ;) And start collecting other dusty stuff. Decisions, decisions.
Isn't this incredible -Reactive Paint? Shi Yuan has created a way to turn normally passive things into something with a life of its own. Like this wallpaper that reacts to heat, the painting that react when you touch it, or the daily calendar that fades away during the day.
The suet, bird seed and hummingbird feeder are paying off. The yard is hopping with all kinds of birds this morning! Flickers, Stellar Jays, Robins, Juncos, Chicadees, Sparrows, Crows (of course) I am trying to identify one I have never seen in the yard .. gray with yellow stomach, and a distinct white spot on the forehead ... Vireo? Warbler? (Oh darn, as I am typing, the Starlings are descending upon the suet ... they will eat it all up in 10 minutes!).
Early this morning, the hummingbird was here ... followed Pica around the yard to see what he was up to. They are such feisty little birds!
Loving this Star Barn is a large highly distinctive Gothic Revival style barn, built in 1872 by Civil War financier John Motter. It has louvered stars on all four sides and on surrounding matching outbuildings.
I don't know about you but it is so sad to undress the Christmas trees. Not only taking away the holiday inside, but my aching back and knees! And while I am on the ladder removing ornaments, I can't help but notice the spider webs and dust. Sends me on a cleaning frenzy which is what happened the last two days. Took down all skulls and washed walls and spider webs away.
While I was boxing up the ornaments, I started organizing them in themes. We have many - cowboys and Indians, homemade, fish - fishing - santa fishing, cabins and houses, stars and hearts, folk art, lots of Texas things ... Mainly from the generosity of friends and family, store bought or handmade. I recite where each one comes from, who gave it to us, what was going on that year. I had the lofty idea of documenting them. I took this one photo until I said to self - 'what were you thinking?"
I don't pretend to like morning glories. Invasive climbing vine takes over my yard every summer. It comes from my neighbor, where it grows on the ground in the thick grass ... but it does make a dainty wreath in the afterlife.
I can't think of Richard Winterswithout the image of him during the interviews of the HBO mini-series Band of Brothers, where he chokes up telling a story about his grandson asking him if he was a hero. And he replied, I wasn't a hero but I served with heroes. We love Band of Brothers at this house. So it is sad news to hear that Dick Winters passed away. Can I say, I think I love him?