Don’t worry. This isn’t the kind of Throwback Thursday where you have to see a photo of me with braces and curly bangs and pretend I was cute. We have a little break between Get Messy Art Journal seasons, so Julia wisely suggested we go through our older art journals and sketchbooks and share a few favorites.
These days, my brain power is devoted to things like, Did I remember to put pants?, so when someone makes a good suggestion (or flat out tells me what to do)… whether it’s for a new post or which hummus to buy at the market (why do people always think I am friendly when I’m out shopping?), I don’t ask questions.
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Hummus time (it’s lemon and dill, by the way).
Also On Tap for Today:
Starting Big Magic tonight (even though I kind of hated Eat, Pray, Love)
Wishing minions would come detail my car overnight (I cannot begin to describe the shameful amount of cracker crumbs that fell out of G’s carseat when I moved it yesterday)
Do strangers talk to you when you’re out and about?
I sort of have a love/hate relationship with Halloween. Actually, it’s more of a hate/hate relationship. Like, aren’t people creepy enough already, without having to dress up like zombies and murderous clowns?
Also, I’ve said it before, but I’m not a fan of fall decor. I have already promised Nick that if and when we move to the suburbs, I will not be decorating our lawn with punny tombstones and fake spiderwebs. I just won’t. And I’ll probably want to turn our lights off at 5 instead of give out candy on Halloween… mostly because I don’t want teenagers and their serial killer costumes to give me nightmares.
I’m the Grinch that stole Halloween. Except that I’ll leave three very important elements behind:
Babies in costumes
Dogs in costumes
The rest is no good. But these three things? These three, I embrace.
I had every intention of dressing Clark as a banana, to complement Grace’s strawberry costume (#fruitsmoothie)… but his, shall we say, robust figure did not fit into any of the peels I found. The poor guy was almost off the Halloween hook entirely (and if anyone deserves a break lately, it’s him), but when I spotted a lobster costume tucked in among the Christmas decorations (Yesssssssss! And no, it’s never too soon for Christmas!) at T.J. Maxx on October 30th, back on the hook he went.
I’m basically keeping this costume accessible year round. It’s just too good.
Grace’s strawberry costume got lots of use last week too, from gymnastics to running around Nick’s office, to actual Halloween. She kept telling people, “This my costume. A strawberry.”
We spent the evening with friends in Charlestown checking out the festivities around the monument, and I’ve got to say… Halloween wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it was pretty great. But now it’s time to get the Christmas boxes out of storage.
Also On Tap for Today:
Getting some fresh air at the Trailside Museum/Blue Hills
It’s the final week of this season of the Get Messy Art Journal program (learn all about it here), and the inevitable has happened: I have run out of ideas and thoughts and brain power and found myself quoting Justin Bieber.
There is a little break between this season and the next, during which time I am hoping to recharge my creative batteries a bit. I’ve also been working on some watercolor Christmas cards and a few printable coloring book pages that I am hoping to share with you all soon. But who knows. I might just spend the time, you know, getting ready to have a baby.
Since I already told you about my mild case of Bieber fever, here’s that page. I really like these stamps and used them a lot this week (mostly on projects that I threw out recycled, but whatever).
There’s no deep meaning to this one, but I thought it fit well with the theme of the season. And think saying “no” (or “yes,” for that matter) is one of the most powerful things we can do. Like, I sort of wish I had said “no” to watching the GOP debate last night, and “yes” to going to bed at 6:30, but hey.
Materials used: Strathmore Artagain drawing paper (coal black), Sakura Gelly Roll pen (white), random acrylic paints, Windsor & Newton Cotman brush (round #111)
I always spend a lot of time in my head, but I’ve been up there even more so lately. Worrying about what labor will be like this time. Wondering what I’ve forgotten to do. Wishing people would not make weird comments about leaving my job or having two kids or having a second child when our first child is under two or not having sixteen kids or having my hands full or whatever. But that’s what people do, it’s like they can’t help themselves. They’re always going to make weird comments.
Better to let go of all that worrying, wondering and wishing than be dragged.
Materials used: Page from Combray, scrap of Artagain paper (coal black), Sakura Gelly Roll pen (white), magazine clippings, glue stick
And because I can’t go a week without writing in white pen on a black surface and quoting Hafez or Rumi or Thomas Merton or Mary Oliver or a random Jesuit… a page inspired by this line from a Hafez poem:
“Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living
In better conditions.”
I sort of like that I cut the door so it can open. I kind of want to stick a tiny Clark in there.
And the entire season… all in one Flipagram thing…
I’ve never been a good sleeper, but being pregnant really brings out the insomniac in me. It’s partly the discomfort of being the size of Oh my God, Jay, it’s a baby whale, partly the inability to roll over without involuntarily making grunting noises (and/or inducing the worst calf cramp of all time), partly the need to get water and snacks every 20 minutes, and partly a tendency to make and re-make mental hospital bag packing lists all night.
Clark does not believe in insomnia.
Lately, I’m awake far more than I’m asleep… which is a problematic when it comes to, like, the daily functions of life… but it does have its upsides.
The upsides of insomnia (in no particular order)
4 AM is the perfect time to update your iPhone operating system. No one else is awake, so no one is calling or emailing you, and no one will notice if you’re off the grid for however long the update takes. And by update, I am obviously talking about NEW EMOJIS. While you were sleeping, I was procuring the chipmunk emoji.
Sometimes it’s not quiet… like the time our neighbor crashed his Rascal scooter thing into the dumpster next door at 2 in the morning, dug around a bit, and then sped off into the early morning. You don’t get to witness things like this when you’re sleeping. At the risk of sounding like a real creep, I know all kinds of stuff about all kinds of people because, welp… I’m awake. (The downside to this particular upside is obvious, though: I pretty much think everyone is a murderer.)
If you check the news at set intervals during the night, you become decently aware of the world’s happenings and can basically do your own broadcast each morning. It’s like that show with the guy from Friday Night Lights (the one where his newspaper got delivered a day early), except that you might be a tiny bit less handsome than Coach Taylor (due to the lack of sleep, sorry). I love giving Nick updates on celebrity deaths (that sounds morbid, because it is), political polls and um… new emojis when he wakes up.
Every once in a while, one of those late night impulse purchases on Amazon Prime turns out to be that thing you couldn’t live without. (Mostly, though, this is wasteful and fiscally irresponsible… but you’re probably too tired to care.)
And because I try to keep things fair and balanced…
The downside of insomnia
No need to say more.
Also On Tap for Today:
Bootcamp (I feel like our days of outdoor workouts are numbered…)
I don’t have much in the way of actual words to share this week (which… let’s be honest… you’re likely 900% okay with this). I stuck to basic materials (scissors, paper, magazines, glue and a few pens) and made some equally basic pages. Sometimes basic is good. I think.
Oh. The one about cats? I don’t know why I made it. (You know I am prejudiced against felines.) It just happened. And I stabbed myself in the finger while cutting out the word meow. So. There’s that. Life as a grown-up.
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And a random feather I drew this week
True Life: This took ages. I wasn’t expecting that. And I might have avian flu from touching a real feather in the name of artistic research. I’ve been trying to teach myself a bit of patience and discipline by changing up my subject matter and focusing on just plain ol’ pen and paper. Unfortunately, I keep getting distracted by popcorn.