Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Feeling Green

photo from here, styling by me
When I got out of the car yesterday and walked across the parking deck towards the elevator, there were hoards of people wearing green. I ,myself, wore green, as one does on St. Patrick’s Day. I didn’t want to get pinched. Because of my previous non-green wearing transgressions and other adult coworkers pinching me, I’ll be be first to pinch you for not wearing green on St. Patrick’s Day. I’m pinching you for allll of the pinches I’ve endured. You thought it was just something kids to do each other out of the teachers’ preying eyes, you were dead wrong.


Anyway, I was noticing all of the people wearing green, including myself and thinking how weird it is that this is a thing. In 2015, in the United States, people across the parking deck and throughout the country are decked out in green dresses, shirts, jewelry, hair accessories. I guess it makes sense, everyone in the United States likes to believe he or she is Irish, even if her only connection to Irish-ness is an indentured servant from 200 years ago. But, still. It’s a little much. We all have jobs, I don’t think any of my coworkers got wasted last night and yelled at each other in fake Irish accents (I don’t think they did this because they were all here at 8am not being hung over). This country can barely get organized enough to celebrate any holidays outside of Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July. Somehow, our love of pretending to be Irish brings us all together. We are a weird, crazy nation.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Ugly Beaver



The offending Beaver
I’ve been working on this painting for the past couple of weeks and I’m at a point where I want to give up on it. I was super happy with it until I started the blasted Beaver. 



I mixed a bunch of gauche and watercolors together to get the purple I wanted and went for it. However, using that mixture made the texture gloppy and gross, the opposite of what I wanted. I then flooded the board with water and wiped it with paper towels to lift some color. Still gross. I thought if I let it dry maybe it would work out. But I couldn’t leave it alone. I was watching TV and the Beaver’s gross, ugly face was staring at me out of the corner of my eye, begging to be fixed. So I tried to fix it and kept making it worse and worse. I had to move it out of my line of vision so I didn’t screw it up further. 

I don’t know what I’m going to do with it now. It’s atrocious. The Beaver might be DOA.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Get some lions, tigers and dinosaurs!



Helllllo. I hope you’re having a lovely day. 

The past week or so, I’ve been working hard to get some of my favorite paintings scanned in and posted to my society6 page. I’ve had people ask me about prints and things, and while I want to be printing my own, I do not have the time for that right now. Society6 will just do all of that for me and you can benefit with a print, tote bag, phone cover, ect. 



I want a tote. Other than being awesome (especially with my adorable animals on them), I never have enough totes for my knitting projects. It’s how I schlep my work all over the place. My current two totes are dedicated to projects right now and while the reusable grocery bags are ok, I’d like to move all of that over to a tote bag.



If you’re interested, here’s the link. With THIS link, you get free shipping until March 8 at midnight.


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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Back in Atlanta

A sign in East Atlanta Village. Taken by bittermelon.

I've been back in Atlanta for a couple of weeks and it feels great! It's a little weird because it kind of feels as if I never left, but I'm not sure where everything is when I'm driving. I forgot how lovely it is to be surrounded by people I love and people who love me. That's one fantastic thing about my neighborhood. Most of my favorite people are just minutes away.

I expected things to be a little challenging when I got back. I tried to prepare emotionally for feeling like nothing had changed when everything had changed. Unfortunately, there is no way to prepare for that. Coming back to a place and to people after being away for a year and a half takes acclimating and that sucks.  I hate being uncomfortable! Every day is a little bit easier. 

I gave myself a break. I did just move across the country, am planning a wedding, started a new job, bought a car and am driving and am no longer in a long distance relationship. Those things might drive even the sanest person a little crazy.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Goodbye, New York

Chihuahuapolooza. Enough said. 
When I moved to New York a year and a half ago, it was the hardest and scariest thing I've ever done. I had a couple of friends spread out across the boroughs, but not close enough to where I lived to see on a regular basis.

It was very lonely and hard at first. I cried a lot and was alone a lot. I'd never lived so far from home and so far from what was familiar. New York is pretty much a different country from Atlanta, I couldn't understand what people were saying half the time for the first few months. People are much more abrasive here and that was quite a difficult adjustment for me.

All of this being said, I now have a full life in New York. I have wonderful friends I plan on keeping for life. Bonding with people here is a different experience than anywhere else. New York City is so hard, sometimes all you can do is laugh or cry with a good friend (or a stranger). I'm sad to leave all of my lovely friends. I'm sad to leave my amazing job and awesome coworkers.

I'm leaving for all of the reasons this article states (which is satire, but pretty damn close to the truth). While I'll miss the city a little, I'll mainly miss the people I met from all walks of life, here to follow their dreams. I'll miss the constant challenge (this will be more of a conceptual missing). I found myself here, a little. I am coming in to my own as a fine artist and I couldn't have done that without this experience.

Good-bye, New York!