Wednesday, May 23

New York Siiitttayy

Hey ya'll. I went to NYC last weekend. It was, well, what am I going to say, it was not amazing? You wouldn't believe me. Highlights.....drumroll please....


Shoe orgy (s)



Ladies who lunch




Obscene amount of macaroon mouth love. This is the requisite blogger shot, right?


Purdy


Dippen dots hair?



Bemelmans, twice. HOT.


Bathroom at Prada. No, I didn't buy anything but I really wanted to try on those flame shoes...I mean really.


Me and Sarah, my cute friend who tore it up at Surtex. Watch this one because soon she will be burning so bright you won't be able to. Oh, and I saw Liza Minelli, we made eye contact. We were wearing the same sweater. I love you Liza, quit smoking.

In other news O and I are going out of town again tomorrow (I just came home last night). Not my best planning. Here is a hint of where we will be:


Confession: I am a little stressed out by this vacation. I planned it last minute, b/c I got a deal online. We are celebrating something pretty special....paying off my student loans. I paid those fuckers down.town. I pretty much have worked non stop for a few years to make it happen, and now I get to reward myself with a trip to the beach...except I really want to paint. I know! My life sucks.

Wednesday, May 16

Things I am afraid to tell you

Have you been reading these? I love the blog Notes to Self. Sarah has such great taste, and a beautiful design aesthetic. I thought this post was touching (and please note, not written by me!!), and similar to some of the things we have been chatting about here.

even though I have been a bit absent, is now a good time to admit to you that I am a commitment phoebe? I clam up when I am obligated to do something. 


Things
By now you may have seen and read some of these posts (ideated by the brilliant Ez, inspired by Jess.) When Meg asked around for a second wave of participants, I had to say yes because bloggers are not perfect, least of all me. Shiny, happy pictures are great. So is that new handbag and that perfectly styled dinner party. But it's not completely real.
I think of Note to Self as escapist. I like the content to be beautiful and enjoyable to take in ("that which we loved at first sight," right?) But this is not representative of my actual life. Maybe I should say that more often. This is a start. So, joining forces with the bloggers that have come before me, here are some Things I'm Afraid to Tell You. Deep breath:

ONE. I just took out loans for 3 years of graduate school. It’s scary, but it was planned, and I am a very different person and professional for having taken the leap. This does mean I must be careful with my money, which isn’t so chic in the blog world. The things I buy I choose very carefully, they are nearly always on sale, and are often purchased with earnings from a lot (sometimes too many) freelance projects. In my experience, there are no shortcuts to getting what you really want. What I mean to say is: blogging is far from a profession (for me.) It is a creative hobby, one that I wouldn’t trade for the world.
TWO. I have been reluctant to admit to you all that I do not want to be a full-time graphic designer. I switched graduate programs to Design Management partly because I don't think I'm good enough to be the type of graphic designer I would want to be. But mostly, I switched because graphic design just isn't the right fit. The DMGT program kicked my butt in the best way possible, but this type of work (market research, design theory, business planning, etc.) doesn’t really fit into the visual realm of blogging. I seriously regret that I haven't found a way to openly share this side of me, or maybe it's just that I've been afraid to let go of my professional security blanket. Time to jump?
THREE. I love a cute cocktail dress and heels as much as the next girl, but I usually look like a complete idiot in either one. I'm freakishly tall and I will never be the thinnest person in the world. That's life, but it makes me incredibly self-conscious sometimes. I love fashion, but it doesn’t always love me back!
FOUR. (This is probably the hardest thing to share.) When people ask as they so often do - especially in interviews - "do you have any brothers or sisters?" I legitimately freeze up. I look like I'm trying to lie, but the truth is I just don't know how to respond. I used to have one of each. We lost my older brother to his own crippling depression when we were teenagers. On my desk, I keep a picture of him from our trip to Hawaii a month before he passed away. It makes me smile or cry, depending on the day. I still miss him, but I'm just thankful I had him in my life. Seriously: is there a right way to say this without bringing the entire conversation to a crashing halt? I'm still trying to figure it out.
FIVE. I sometimes feel like I’m “behind," but I really do like my life. Though I don’t feel the urge to be married or have babies right now (ahh, perish the thought!) the late 20’s are a strange environment to navigate solo. Blog readers, don’t judge me if I end up a crazy dog lady, because given past dating experience, I’d be totally okay with it at this point. ;)
Well, there you have it. I suppose what we are learning through this series is that everyone has hardships, insecurities, and personal challenges. It’s why we are who we are. I think the reason our blogs tend to be so optimistically curated is because it is the one place we can live vicariously. In the same vein, it is our job as blog readers to keep a level head and take the blogosphere for what it is: a fun, creative outlet that celebrates the things we are loving, if not necessarily what we actually have. That's fine with me, and I thank the bloggers who inspire me with their beautiful content. You consistently make my days better, and challenge me to be a better creative professional. I feel nothing but endless admiration for you all...
Image from MissMoss. A beautiful blog, that recently posted my prints (thank you!!) I love her taste, she is such a classic.
I love blogs. Blogs are also lies. Lies about how beautiful we are, rich, talented and successful. Its refreshing to open up about how scared we are. Mostly though, these kinds of posts remind me that blogging is really a way for people to connect with other people. We crave that connection. That is the core element of blogging that so many people forget about! This post feels like a virtual hug, right?
What do you think? Do you like connecting with people you can't actually meet in a meaningful way? Or do you tune in b/c you need to see a million skinny legs in high heals and pretty flowers in pretty rooms already?

Tuesday, May 8

OKL event today


Hey guys. So if you got my newsletter you might have read me write that there would be OKL event on the 4th. That never happend, don't know why. But my suspicion is that King had a few too many on Thursday night and woke up with a major hang over on Friday. Do Not! drink ten suzani floor pillows on an empty stomach is the lesson here.

You can get many of my prints on fine art paper, framed.

Anyhoo, if you are reading this, then you are missing out on a great sale happening over at...wait for it...One Kings Lane! Why are you still reading? Damn it people, get a move on already.

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Monday, May 7

Sigh


Right now I don't have much to give you guys. I am ok with the idea that life happens in stages and some times are filled with tons of inspiration and pretty pictures, and others are full of paperwork, faxes and dentist appointments. Right this second I am stuck in a washing machine with technical and confusing paperwork going around and around...at some point the door will open I hope to come out squeaky clean and ready to paint a whole lot more! Also I will put on my guru hat and give you guys some more advice.

Hey, this is a good chance to offer advice right now! Don't over commit yourself. If you gotta leave your bloggatiers hanging b/c you are so stressed out you forget how to drive home on Tuesday afternoon, fuckem. Get your ducks in a row, fall back on your supporting members and do what you have to do. Everyone has times like this in life, but it won't last forever!

This painting is called If I had a dream. Its going to a store in Dallas!

Does your creativity suffer when life is tripping you up? Or do you flourish under the pressure? I am so interested!

Wednesday, May 2

Howdy Y'all!


My favorite of the many hang out spots. Modern, California Moroccan. Very cool, and exactly right.


Sorry for the shitty quality shot.
 So I have a confession to make...the reason I have been quiet is b/c I have been in Austin Texas, generally hooping it up with O and some very dear friends who just had a baby. I do also promise a few more of the extra deep posts coming soon. I have a good excuse though, as my personal life has been kind of topsy turvy, no I am not pregnant. Also, even though the baby we just hung out with was cute enough to actually change your DNA...I am not baby crazy now either. Just my usual crazy. On that note, I don't usually post personal photos, but I figured what the hell.

Pretty cool huh. 


I swear I wore a different shirt.

This happend a lot.

Blooming cactus.
 A few months ago I got an email from a designer in Austin who told me that she was looking at art online and found some of my paintings. She saw Wise Math and liked it, so it inspired her current project, the new W hotel in Austin. Yup, we stayed there, and it was actually pretty cool! I had a sort of pre-conceived notion that W hotels attract the Sir Duchingtons of the world...and that may be true in other places, but in Austin, it was business as usual. This means everyone was friendly and stylish but waaay cool and down to earth and chatty and ohmygodcanwepleaseliveinAusitn...

View of Austin from Lady Bird Lake.
View from our room.
So I took some pictures of the public spaces, and they were all beautiful, like truly fun to be in. Plus everything smelled good. I confess that we pretty much parked ourselves by the pool all weekend and didn't budge. There are so many great things to do there! We had great plans, but we mostly didn't do anything. Good lord this sounds so lame...
Can you even stand that cute google eyed little look?
Then there was more of this...so these photos are supposed to be in order, but every time I try to add a caption, Blogger scootches the photo to a new spot. I wold like to take this opportunity to give Blogger the finger.

Here is my friend Ruth, demonstrating how short baby arms are. We met in 1999 when we became roommates on a study abroad. She also introduced me to O! Also,  she and her husband, and O and I got together at the same epic party, at our apartment, that we call "the night of the big hookup." So we have the same anniversary. Awww




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