This week I have quite a lot of design work to catch up on and a few new projects with tight turns that will bleed into the weekend. I enjoy being busy and the challenges/limitations of many advertising/design projects are a nice balance for the complete (relative) freedom of making art, so it’s nice to be in that head space for a few days, actually.
Of course, I can’t really share any of my work-for-hire design, so while my head is buried in photoshop files and logo sketches, here’s a picture of the chaos I created in the studio yesterday while wrapping the valentine project (life list #37: Make homemade valentines for all my friends and family one year) I started here. The valentines went into the post yesterday and I’ll share some pictures of them here on Monday. I did have a mishap with my sewing machine, it has to go to the shop for a tune-up, so I wasn’t able to do some of the stitching designs I wanted to. Still, I had loads of fun, anyway, and have really enjoyed spending time making unique cards and matching them to the personalities of the people I love.
Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of my first date with Doug. We celebrated with a late dinner and some wonderful chocolate cake from my friends at Magpie Bakery. The dinner was nice, the dessert divine (though I have to admit we snuck a piece or two the night before when I brought it home and it smelled too good to resist) and the conversation was great, too. Especially considering the fact we’ve been talking to each other over dinner for 10 years, now. It feels like it’s been a long time when I think about all the things that have changed in my life and how much I have changed as a person in the last 10 years. It feels like a short time when I think about how much Doug has been changing in these ten years, too, and how much we still have to learn about both each other and about life. I feel lucky to have someone in my life I trust as a best friend and a partner. And a nice glass of wine and some chocolate just takes it over the top. Cheers!
This past weekend was one of those rare warm winter days nature sprinkles into the dark dreariness of winter to keep those of us with SAD hanging on. I spent the day cleaning up the garden messes I’d abandoned in the late fall and there was something comforting about it.
I must confess my long-held lust for gardening went into hibernation this past summer. I had so much going on in my personal life, I just didn’t need one more thing that I couldn’t control. And I don’t care what you green-thumbs out there say, gardening has never been something I felt in control of. Nature has a mind of its own and there are just too many variables involved in growing things to always get it right. I was fond of saying that a 50% success rate was all I needed to be happy in the garden. Sometimes the tomatoes were wonderful. Sometimes it was the eggplants. But there were always those impulse purchased chamomile seeds that didn’t come up or those transplanted pepper plants that refused to be coaxed into producing. Hey! I don’t care, as long as I have some corner of the garden I can point to and say, “But, this one turned out great!” I kept my expectations pretty low and I was normally happy with my gardening experience.
Then last year, my enthusiasm fizzled. I sort of gave up. I just didn’t have the energy anymore. I had so many other projects to tackle. The garden and its constant needs (Water me! Prune me! Pick me! Water me some more! Weed me! Water me again!) just became too much. I felt it happening, and it kinda made me sad, but I just couldn’t deal.