Shoot it, stuff it or eat it

I'm no 1950's housewife.


Well, ok...I don't cook. I don't actually do the laundry anymore either. Come to think of it, what do I do??? Oh yeah, I take care of a baby and clean the house and work to pay bills. I digress.


I think that given the opportunity to be a housewife I could rise to the occasion. Like I would do the laundry and stuff. I do know how. I digress again.


What I am attempting to say here is that I make all of these valiant attempts to sew things. Mr. G bought me a sewing machine for Christmas one year and I was so amped about it I started making these owl door stoppers and random stuffed animal kinda thingys. Anyway, whenever I am in a situation where I need a gift I always decide to make something. Because I'm an artist and I pressure myself into thinking that is what everyone expects from me. Besides, I start off thinking its going to be fun and usually it is; however when said occasion occurs and I choose to sew, it inevitably turns into a disaster. I don't know how to sew. I know I learned how to sew AND how to use a sewing machine in sixth grade home economics but shit...I'm in my thirties now and I can't remember how to do the things I was taught then!!! I can't even add correctly. (That's a whole different post.) I digress yet again.


As a maker of things and not at all a functional math lovin' carpenter I don't measure twice cut once. I always do that backwards and then I have to start over. I will say that I typically get it right the second time. I'm a late bloomer. I believe sewing requires some skill and patience which I feel going into each project I have. But my skillz, wha-what?, is not in the sewing department its in the creative-make-it-up-as-you-go-along department. HELL YEAH!!! High five??!! No? Ok, so you can see where this is going. I decide what to make, I cut things, I start to sew and then realize I did it all backwards or that I started at step two instead of step one. I get frustrated and toss the whole thing in a basket where is sadly lives (??disappears??) for many years. Currently I am working on such a project. I HAVE to get it right. I can't give up because I'm poor and need to make this super awesome fantastic gift for a friend. I wonder if I offer to cook and do the laundry for a week Mr. G would measure twice and cut once for me. Hmm....

Don't hate the playa, just hate the game.

Ever feel like this?

"I work well with others, I just don't work well under others." ~A former coworker.

Yeah. That's sums it up.

Hey Baby

Hi.

Apologies for not posting in over a week. In my mind I had written two other posts but the computer didn't read my mind and magically type it up for me so it never happened. Someone should invent that. Wait. No. If that really happened I would wish it didn't and then be all whatastupidideamylifeisruined.

Now then, let's talk some trash, shall we?

I have a baby. Well, he's a little over one now but I still consider him a baby. Babies make life a bit more complicated.* For instance, we had a leak in our bathroom in April which turned into a total bathroom overhaul. Not a bad thing since that bathroom had not been touched in over 15 years and it was looking mighty sad. The problem lies in having time to actually do all the work. My AMAZING husband is super handy so he basically did it all. I helped by making design choices and painting. How in the world would he survive without me?! Anyway, a project like this for Mr. G and I would typically take a few weeks. We are the overly eager get it done kinda people. BUT because we have a baby it took us two months. TWO MONTHS! Truthfully, it's not completely done because "we" still have to make a door for this built in shelf thingy but its now a functioning bathroom. I am happy with the end result I just wish there was a way we could multi-task so these kinds of projects wouldn't take so long. You can't do that with a baby. You can try. You will fail. Sorry but it's true and if anyone tells you its possible they are lying. LIAR!

Meh. I love my little baby so I'm not upset. I am merely amazed at the difference he makes in my life. Things that used to take little time to do now take much longer. Things that used to be important suddenly become almost meaningless. It's hard to adjust to life with a child. It's easy to forget what life was like before it too. When all is said and done I'm happy to share my time and energy with him because renovating the bathroom just isn't as fun as a dance party in the kitchen.

*After I had my son I suffered from postpartum depression. It was agony. When I came back to work I began writing a sarcastic response to all of the weekly emails I kept getting from the various baby websites. I wanted to write a more realistic verison of what to expect. I never actually blogged any of it but perhaps one day I will share with y'all.

I think I was meant to do this and not that

Huzzah!!! I started illustrating last night. Thanks to my crafting buddies, Jess and Randy, I was fully motivated. Somehow Mexican food and kit kats make it all come together. Thursday night art-making is where it's at! I think I was meant to do this and not that other stuff I do all day Monday through Friday. (Insert Kanye Wests song "Spaceship" here because clearly I can relate.)

The images are coming along nicely. I sketched/painted the frog (see left) and turtle. I also started sketching the mice. I plan to outline the animals, wait animals? characters? subjects? Yes that works, subjects. I plan to outline the subjects when the painting part is complete. I still have to paint the background and add some details. All in all I think they are pretty cute. Feeling positive about this project! Who's with me?!

Please excuse the terrible image. It is from my phone. YES-I-LIVE-WITH-A-PHOTOGRAPHER but he was not with me and in the interest of quickly getting an image for y'all I had to use what I had.

On another note, why does it have to be sooooooo cold in my office everyday. I mean, I get it. It's hot outside and the air is good but does it need to be arctic tundra in this mug?! Just sayin'.