I think we're all doing all of this for those times in life where everything clicks. Things feel right. There's excitement. And growing. And laughing. And margaritas. And stars. And art. And joy. And creating. And these clicks don't happen often—making them all the more moving. A click that snaps and shifts everything inside quickly… Continue reading you’re a free girl now.
I'm into defining my years. Naming them. Calling them out. I've had the bad year: circa 2009. Then there were fours years in between that escaped official titling. I was feverishly tornado-ing through life and the west, looking for purpose, creativity, love, adventures, paychecks, and more purpose. I picked Evan up on the way and we kept on… Continue reading let’s make up dances.
Yesterday, while working at my desk, I had a little internal dialog with myself... Okay, tomorrow's my birthday... how old am I turning again? 27. Oh, 27? I'm just gettin' started! I loved this genuine interaction with myself. It does feel like I'm just getting started... just finally figuring out the beginning of figuring out… Continue reading move with eyes open.
I love the creative nights, but my goodness, they are messy. Why can't I be the graphic designer who has a home that looks like this?... [found here.] Instead, I'm sitting in the living room with the following on the floor: • multiple newspapers... some scrunched, some not. • two bikes... neither complete. • a… Continue reading cleaning up.
A couple weeks ago, I entered a contest on Facebook to win a pair of sunglasses. I can't tell you just why I entered, or how I even found out about it, but I'm glad that I did... because I won! The sunglasses are made by Bodega + Shwood out of whiskey barrels from Bushmills… Continue reading may all your glasses be clean.
I find that there are themed patterns in my nowness that I vividly recognize. Comfort/Sameness, Newness/Excitement, Inspiration/Aspiration. Repeat. [comfort/sameness] I have been with this boy for two whole years. [on saturday.] That boy. The one in the other room working. Working on things. Working on bikes. Tools. Giving it his all. We still laugh at… Continue reading the themed patterns of nowness.
[happy new year's eve, y'all.] Oh, 2011... What a crazy year you've been. In looking for the music I listened to most this year, I perused the whole last year of this here blahg and at one point had to say aloud to myself, "It was a damn good year!" And with the newness and… Continue reading top eleven of twenty11.
There have been two times in my life when I have been completely affected by a reaction to my work. The first was when I was interning at a magazine in Jackson, trying to start my working life, secretly wanting to be a graphic designer. I was told I was in charge of heading up… Continue reading you did this?