Category Archives: Photos

The Bunny Hop

I am sitting in our bedroom typing in my new office “nook,” which consists of an old fashioned school style desk, complete with lift up table, my desktop computer, my absurdly large printer, and three shelves.  It feels cozy, and practical.  It’s modest, but I see it’s potential.

The toddler naps, much to her chagrin.

The baby pushes his legs up into my ribcage and I groan.

For the most part, I am extremely uncomfortable.  I could digress, but it would probably just sound like a pity party.  Wah!

Okay, and done.

I am trying to convince myself to just start posting and publishing my new work, but I think I may have some anxiety/fear of failure that has subconsciously driven me to distraction lately.  Or maybe it truly is that I just have a lot of sleep-deprived “life” happening, and I am doing my best to just stay afloat.  Either one.

Needless to say, I am here again typing, so I consider that my small step in the right direction.

Last week I worked on photographing most of my cards, to help develop a cohesive/unique style for my shop.

Here they are all lined up in a row:

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You’ll notice some new cards I’ve incorporated into the mix.  I’ll be posting them to my shop soon.

And here is my concept for photographing my cards:

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The background is a pile of books.  I’ve seen a number of really creative ideas on Etsy of other shops incorporating objects into photos of their products, and a pile of books just seemed to fit my style.  I like the different textures.  What do you think?

Photography is definitely not my passion, but I love its ability to create an ambience, especially in the vast space we call the world wide web.  I guess I’ll just have to keep on practicing.

In the same light, I am hoping to photograph our new abode once I get it all cleaned for the in-laws coming to breakfast Easter Sunday.

As far as the baby goes, all evidence at this point indicates a strong, healthy baby.  Although, as I’ve said before, I am not going to be content until I can see him for myself. 29 days to go…

More to come soon soon soon.

Another Collaboration

If you missed the last post, I mentioned yesterday that my daughter, who is around 21 months old, decided it would be a good idea to push her chair over to the bar, climb a barstool, open my paints and begin to paint.  So, I thought, hey, why not collaborate with that?  You’ve gotta love her spirit to create, or at least copy-cat.

Caught in the act:

photoAlso, for you observant folks, yes that is a seriously large weekly medicine divider full of paint.  It actually works amazingly, and makes my practice easy to clean up and highly portable to keep away (ideally) from little fingers.

And yes, we think she is a lefty.

 

Here is our end result, available at my shop: myquiethouse

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Drawing a Day: Elephant’s Ear

My drawing today is actually not going to be for sale.  I made it for my “Grameeg,” who has been exceedingly generous to my family and I over the  years.  Receiving the generosity of others can be so incredible, but at the same time it is extremely humbling.  You really do have to leave your ego at the door and accept the help with gratitude.  At this point in our lives, I think learning to be humble has been me and my husband’s theme song.  We’ve received so much generosity from others as we have gotten back on our feet from the hurricane that I call our graduate school experience.  Not only has it made me more humble, but it has reminded me that connecting to others with love and compassion is (wait for it…) our primary purpose in life.  (Cynics, snort here, but just you wait…)

Onto the GARLIC.  The plant you see below is garlic.  More specifically, elephant ear garlic, which pop up in odd places all over our garden.  They look like stiff little purple pom-pom’s on green stilts.  Their necks twist and bend in weird directions if they aren’t getting adequate light.  As a kid, when I would run around, I enjoyed giving the pom-pom’s a satisfying smack.  I know, I was a weird child.  I also loved breaking off pieces of leaves and tearing them into strips, leaving the faint smell of garlic on my fingertips.  But, I digress.  These garlic alliums are steeeeeped in nostalgia for me, so when I found that the meaning (ie: Language of Flowers, Victorian symbolism of flowers) behind alliums were humility, it seemed like a perfect fit.  (Of course, now that I am trying to re-verify this source, I can’t find it…so who knows what alliums really do mean?) Anybody?

Also, I attempted to take a decent photo of the garlic in our garden.  (I love their little hats!)

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