11.20.2009

yum




Somehow I managed to do 4 paintings, start to finish, in one night. I'm not really sure how it happened, but I am glad, especially since they were due today. They are for my artists group's contribution to the arts foundation Festival of Trees fundraiser. We put our eclectic display together tonight, and it really came together in a beautiful way.

I haven't used acrylics since freshman year of college, and I didn't use them very much. I always struggled with a paint brush, and that's why I embraced pastels. Last night's exercise was a pleasant surprise.

11.19.2009

my life, the circus

Short post tonight because I should be sleeping in order to rid myself of the head cold I woke up with this morning. Instead of resting, I'm attempting the ambitious feat of completing 4 paintings in one night--in acrylic nonetheless, a medium I have not touched since college.

Ladies and gentleman, here under the big top at the kitchen table, our daring juggler will attempt to render 4 paintings!

With acrylics! (the crowd gasps)

While blowing her nose! (oooooh!)

Without a net! (wow!)


If the end result isn't too embarrassing, I'll share photos tomorrow.

11.18.2009

Joy of Singing

video

and I go to Momma and Daddy
and I don't want them do any of them don't
and I don't want Cole to do anything with them
What I want to do is play with them
And I will play with Daddy with my heart
And I love them to my side, my side
And I want to put them with me
Cuz them are my friends

11.17.2009

Miss Random

Right now I am Miss Random. I have a ton of completely unrelated things to remember, research, and complete this week, and I'm having trouble keeping it straight. I've had to delegate too, which is a good thing, but also a sign that I'm feeling the pressure.

Yesterday started quietly enough when I worked from home for a few quiet hours with Joy. The rest of the day involved spraypaint and a hacksaw, a rush job, and then a 3 hour board meeting. By the time I returned home, it felt like my playtime with Joy had happened days ago...oh, and I was starving. Forget 30 minute meals, I'm living on 1 minute meals of microwaved hot dogs, PB&J, and Luna bars.

Today Tony and I had a packed schedule, and I was triple-booked after work with a meeting, and an open house at the school where I was also supposed to help sell Christmas wreaths. Tony stepped in to set up the wreath table while getting Cole off to his classroom for the open house program, but Joy was less than cooperative. I had planned to leave my meeting early, but when Tony called me on my cell, it was clear that it was time to go. Luckily I was nearby, and when I jogged into the school foyer, I found Tony trying to hold Joy while she was flailing and crying. They both looked so tired.

We have all earned some time off next week and a big Thanksgiving dinner. I'm looking forward to a meal that doesn't involve the microwave.

11.16.2009

10 word blurb

My marketing homework is due tomorrow, and I need to come up with a brief (about 10 words) blurb that answers the question "what do you do?". Saying "graphic designer" 5 times doesn't count. The point is to come up with something accurate, interesting, and easy to understand.

My grandfather used to tell people that I went to college to be a "draw-er". Once I graduated, he would say "graffick deziner," enunciating as clearly as his Italian/Portuguese/Paterson upbringing would allow. He still really doesn't understand what I do or why people would pay me to do it, but that doesn't mean he is any less proud of me.

A few years ago, Pop discovered an old family photo in a box that had belonged to his sister. It was a group shot that included his mother and everyone from the old neighborhood. It was a personal treasure.

But the photo was in rough shape. It had been folded several times, and it was cracking along the many creases. Some of the damage obscured entire faces. I asked if I could borrow it, and then I carefully scanned and restored it in Photoshop. It took hours and hours, but I was so excited to be able to show him some part of what I do for a living--something tangible and relevant.

When it was done, I gave him an envelope with the original photo and a photo print of the restored image. He opened it up and his eyes sparkled as he smiled. He carefully pulled out the original photo, refolded it and put it in his dresser drawer. When I showed him the restored copy, he said, "Oh yeah, that's nice," after a quick glance, but he left it on the table.

To Pop, the original was all that mattered. That crumpled timeworn piece of paper was the memory. It had been handled by his mother, and his sister, and now it belonged to him. My slick restored copy was just a copy.

I'm still working on my homework, but one method I use for testing a blurb is whether it would make sense to my grandfather. No buzzwords. No lingo. Simple and honest may not be flashy, but it can still be memorable.

11.15.2009

Sunday night dinner

My family's Sunday night tradition has become dinner and grocery shopping at Wegmans. It's not a bad deal since everyone can get something they like to eat, and I don't have to cook or do dishes.

But I'd like to plan for at least one day at home on the weekends so we can all take it easy. Joy has fallen asleep at the office twice in the last few weeks, and Cole took a cat nap next to the copier Friday evening. I need to make some adjustments before someone finds me snoring on the floor of the office too.

11.14.2009

hips don't lie

A year ago the only thing I could say about the gym is that I felt guilty for never going. I signed up for a free health assessment last fall, and while the results were eye-opening, the straight talk I got from the person who evaluated me had the most impact.

I knew I needed to make changes, but I had trouble figuring out how. My schedule was already full, and I was sacrificing a lot of sleep just to keep up with work. How was I going to fit in working out? I was stumped.

By March I had made very little progress on my own, so I decided to apply for a 10 week weight management program at the gym. The program required you to take a cardio, a strength training, and a flexibility class plus a weigh-in meeting and a personal training session each week. It was a big commitment, but I felt ready to make big changes.

The program made working out a priority for me, and Tony helped me figure out ways to adjust our schedules. I met some great people in the process, and it was encouraging to hear everyone's stories. I found ways to get sleep again because without it I couldn't keep up, and somehow I still kept up with my work.

During the program, I took some classes I never would've taken on my own and others that I had always wanted to try. I got off the treadmill and got hooked on spinning, Body Pump, and Zumba. I was sucking wind in the beginning, but before long, I was feeling stronger and better overall.

Today I went to an 8 1/2 hour Zumba workshop so that I am now certified to teach it. I took the workshop in part to celebrate the changes of this past year, and to prove to myself that I could do it.