Txtng and drvng = no

So it finally happened. I drove and caved into the unfathomable notion that I could text while driving too. Now for the average person, that's toying with danger. For anyone who knows me and my driving skills, that's like lighting a match in room full of gas. It's going to blow in your face and its not going to pretty. Thankfully I DID avoid creaming the car in front of me but it was close--really close --and by the single digit consideration I got from the driver he saw what I was doing and didnt like it one bit. Sigh. So not cool. Know what is cool? The graphic inspiration from Fiat's Don't Text and Drive Campaign to not ever do it again!
 

 

 

Books I've Read

Just finished The Good Son by Michael Gruber. I found it in the $1 store of all places so imagine my suprise when I read that Stephen King listed it as one of his top reads of 2012. Lemme tell ya. It's worth the $1.00 I spent and a whole lot more. Highly recommend this one. 

Not your average dress

Yes, a dress made of balloons. Japanese artist Rie Hosokai of daisy balloon builds elaborate dresses by custom 'knitting' white balloons to gradually build a fragile but totally wearable frock. Not for everyone but still very, very cool. 

Up Up and Away

Happy Belated New Year! I know. I know! I meant to do this great send up of 2012 but well... I hung out with my family, ate too much of my mother in laws fantastic cooking and drank alot of vino instead. Trust me. It was way better for both of us.

So here's hoping 2013 is filled with all the things you love, everything you hope for and none of the stuff you hated about 2012.

Design Sneak Peak: A Storybook

Available in my etsy shop now. 

A not so very merry

 

Okay so my mailbox is starting to stack up with lots of pretty little envelopes filled with impossibly gorgeous photos of families exclaiming Joy, Merry Merry and Peace and Goodwill to all. As a greeting card designer... you'd think this would not illicit sweaty palms, panic or cold sweats. Ordinarily you'd be right. But you see this year... I fell a little behind. OKAY! I fell alot behind and didn't get to my own cards until super duper late. And because I was operating on design fumes this year, my cards are not only not overly inspiring in the design department, I sorta also forgot to put a very merry of any kind on them.

Oh yeah. In my design genius, I created a holiday card featuring a rather nice shot of my brood taken this summer with a lovely little watercolor treatment to match but forgot the really important part of the Christmas Card... the part about Christmas.

So dear reader if you happen to find, in your mailbox, a lovely picture of an oddly matched but not unattractive family of four at the beach minus a warm holiday hello. Please flip that baby over for a hastily dashed but a warmly sent very merry.

 

The Case of the Traveling Pants

 

December is the craziest month of the year in my house. Aside from the fact that, I always feel like I am still stuffed from thanksgiving, lo and behold suddenly my days are supposed to be merry AND bright. Seriously. Wasn't Thanksgiving like yesterday? And just in case I am not quite one black Friday away from shopping overload it's also happens to be both my sons and my nephews birthdays. So it’s not only crazy, it ridiculously expensive. And just in case your wondering... nope we didnt even space all that shopping goodness out. The birthdays fall just days before and days after Christmas. Throw in a blooming little design business with last minute wedding and holiday orders ( all while prepping for a 10 hr road trip over the hills and thru the woods to Grandmas house) and by mid December I'm so broke, tired and foggy, a major meltdown of epic proportions is only a roll of forgotten wrapping paper away. 

 

Or in this years case. You single handedly manage to purchase, wrap, unwrap, repurchase and wrap the wrong pants, not once but twice. Whose got that kind of skill? Apparently, this girl. *cue the jazz hands* UGH. This month of all months, should be filled with joyous celebration, instead it's ripe with vicious paper cuts and gift woes. Next year. I am starting early. Like Easter.