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More Miscellany

Well, here is a very random compilation of journal entries from this past week. The first entry I was interrupted by a child and never finished my thought, if it seems to end a bit abrupt.

Also, I am restarting my Drawing-a-Day project now that I am not tired and pregnant, but I am posting via Instagram instead. My username is @melissajogordon














Lucky #4 and a Study in Shadows


And the winner is: Nan!  Thanks to everyone who commented.  I wasn’t expecting such complimentary comments.  You guys sure know how to make a girl feel good.  I am currently blanking on the type of plant drawn below.  Luckily, my mom knew the type, because about a month ago my daughter decided it would be a good idea to eat one of the berries.  After googling the plant and finding that the berries are foraged  by deer and other woodland creatures, and after she survived the evening, I was able to relax.  More to come tomorrow…


Drawing #4: Shadow study

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Hope is a single red balloon….

or 99 of them floating by.


red balloon

With the opening of my budding print shop, I am full steam ahead into creating new works.  I know I should be marketing, because that’s what you are supposed to do when you have a business, but I reallllllyyy don’t like it.  I hope my husband steps in here.  Take over all business procedures please.  This blog and posting on Facebook is about as far as I get and even though this blog does help market my shop, I see it as much more than that.

And now to digress to the more personal:

I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately, especially kid friendly poetry, because my daughter actually sits still for a moment when I read to her.  My mind is all flit and flutter with words and images.  We’ve been reading endless Dr. Suess, Carl Sandburg, Nancy Willard’s “William Blake’s Inn” (although this one is a little complex for her).  We randomly picked up a book of illustrated poems by Jack Prelutsky, and they are simple and great.

This one I have memorized:

“I’m a little brown toad and I live all alone

And I hop hop hop from stone to stone

I have a happy grin as I walk down the road

because I’m glad glad glad I’m a little brown toad”

We also have begun reading the Madeline series (I LOVVVE the illustrations) and Babar, which are both classics.  I know there was more things I wanted to share today, but I can’t think of any of them other than this brilliant quote from George MacDonald that I stumbled across:

“There is this difference between the growth of some human beings and that of others: in the one case it is a continuous dying, in the other a continuous resurrection.”

Silver-lined Pillow Cases

I am writing this from my iPhone up in my bedroom, having just put the monkey to sleep. This week has been physically and emotionally exhausting. Even the weather groaned in complaint about this week. For those of you outside of San Diego, the weather has been abominable. High heat, blaring sun coupled with humidity reminiscent of the East coast. Thunderheads would roll in, pregnant with rain, making the air even heavier than before, but instead of breaking open and cutting the heat and quenching the thirst of brittle branches, they would just slowly move past, leaving the hopeful a bit disgruntled. And that is pretty close to how I’ve felt this week. Normally I relish when my mood and emotions are in line with the weather, but I’d say my malaise was aggravated by the weather, and I did not appreciate it one bit.

Why am I disgruntled?
1) it’s hot
2) This company my husband applied to for a job keeps dangling carrots and then disappearing, making me hopeful and then frustrated.
3) did I say it is freaking hot?
4) Madelyne has officially amped up her terrible twos, with increased night wakings, the breaking of multiple glass objects, the tipping of paint buckets, I could go on…
5) I’m about to share a new print line, which is scary and exciting and part of me wants to hide instead of appropriately market my product like all the websites say I should.

But in all this, I do see the silver linings. I see the promise of my husband finding a better job, of us being able to move out of our cramped sleeping quarters. And parts of the terrible twos I really love. The curiosity of children! My daughter decided she wanted to eat her yogurt with the bottom of her sippy cup! Who thinks of that? And I am excited about my shop! I’ve put so many hours and developed daydreams into an idea and I am proud of doing something with all those dreams.

So, even though it is still so hot I imagine moving to Maine and living in the cold, cold, cold of winter I recognize the silver linings in front me. In this moment.