organization & musings

making time (and floral party crowns)

Well hello there! It’s been a while… it took some time for the cycle of creativity to swing into my psyche again. I’m glad it did! I’ve been making things with my hands and even painting again for the first time in 20 years. I have my creative mojo back (for now).

As my girls get older, I am “creating” more for myself than them. They don’t really want to color Easter eggs or decorate cookies (with me). This shift has been profound and salty sweet. While they are finding their way, I regain my own sense of creative direction.

I started writing this post about gender bias. But I don’t really want to rant about that. Trying to stay positive in an increasingly sad time is difficult. My method has been staying close to home (literally and figuratively), loving my man, and trying to be kind to myself. That attitude has enabled me to enjoy small happinesses: playing disc golf with the dog, riding my bike, creating my art, and spending moments with good friends.

A while ago, I went to a house party with one of the afore-mentioned girlfriends in Nederland, Colorado. Nederland is just up the Canyon from Boulder, but a world away. It’s all mountains, tall trees and creative weirdos—my peeps!

Back to the party… there were two dance floors with DJs spinning sweet-sounding house tunes and a wrap-around deck with fire pit and views of the mountains. Plus adult treats for all. Basically, my kind of event. Two things happened at this party: #1, I really had fun; #2, I found some face paint and started painting all the people I could using the end of a glow-bracelet as a brush. It was inspiring to adorn these beautifully unique faces with glow-in-the-dark colors. (Since then, I’ve bought a set of face paints, glitter and brushes and hope to paint more faces in the not-too-distant future.)

I wanted to wear something fun and feminine—did I mention it was a white party? My mom has made paper crowns for my daughters’ birthdays. But I was looking for a bit more elegance. I decided to make floral crowns for my friend and I to wear. I don’t have much experience making headpieces, so I kept it simple, using only natural cotton stems and Stardust Gypsum—and fairy lights, of course!

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P.S. I’m not sure if I’ll continue blogging, but I hope to. Feel free to reach out!


Making the White House Gold (Again)

Melania and Donald will be moving into the White House soon. Let that sink in for a moment… We all know Trump loves gold, both figuratively and literally. (When you really think about it, who doesn’t?) Here are a few pics from Melania and Donald’s Manhattan penthouse: The White House does have some bling to it too: But {READ MORE}


Hugs and stuff

A lot of post-election commentary has been written dissecting “what went wrong” with the 2016 presidential election. I don’t think any thing went wrong. I think liberals didn’t understand the extent of the racism, sexism, fear and disillusionment in this country. Among full- and part-time workers in the U.S., blacks earn just 75% as much as whites in median {READ MORE}


unplugged

I recently returned from a trip back to New York. We arrived in Queens, amid the usual insane driving and traffic, loud noises and … well, it’s New York. I had just completed a big design project and needed some down time. But I couldn’t relax. I took work calls and dealt with client issues. I {READ MORE}


Buying a new home is hard and other luxury problems

I’ve played the hermit crab this spring, retreating to my shell… mostly because I’ve been convalescing (read: sleeping 9+ hours a night) after a compression fracture of my L1 vertebra during some Xtreme sledding in early winter. (Sledding is now off the approved activities list btw.) Throughout my recovery, I have been keeping busy, though—looking for a {READ MORE}


The Uninspired Designer

I just got back from a graphic design conference. The conference was titled, “Revival.” That is exactly how I feel after four days of rousing talks, spirited roundtable discussions, and a lack of immediate client demands: refreshed, renewed, revived. While at the conference, a client inadvertently sent me a long email thread in which she said I was “uninspired.” While {READ MORE}


resolutions

My New Year’s resolution is to wash my face every night. Just kidding. My New Year’s resolution is to be brave. I don’t mean cliff diving/rock climbing/swimming with sharks brave; I mean internally brave. Vulnerable. Living in NYC has made my outer shell even more thick and crusty than before. This place hardens you to the {READ MORE}


nesting

“They want to eat pizza,” my man calls after a session at the batting cage with the girls. “They are begging me.” “Go ahead.” I tell him. “I’m totally nesting and shit.” What is it, this nesting? For me, it’s finding, collecting, creating and adding shiny and lovely things to my nest. Rearranging, and making everything neat and {READ MORE}


Oh, Missoula!

We arrived in Missoula, Montana for the summer awakening this year. Flying in at midnight, the girls and I felt a chill in the air and a barely perceptible mist, rare for the dry climate. By the time our man arrived a few days later the thermostat had risen to 90. I quickly caught up with my friends’ sandal-tanned feet {READ MORE}


crush(ing) my gaming addiction

It’s a big joke these days that we are all glued to our phones. But it’s sad commentary on the human condition that we simply accept that people no longer make eye contact with the barista when ordering Caramel Macchiatos at Starbucks. (I wonder if the diminishing of eye contact will have a real, societal effect. Someone should do a long-term {READ MORE}