Thoughts

Interesting Things

Color & Texture

I’m hanging out with family this weekend, but I’ll also check out these other links too:

This is a hilarious way to identify an artist by his work.

True stories of sultry, southern women…I’ll read it.

This takes “…stop touching me!” to a whole new level.

Wow — So this is why I feel like a failure!

Even as just a hobby graphic designer I can learn from this great list.

Great…now I want to knit again.

Another Brene Brown interview to watch.

On the more serious side of economic things

Enjoy the weekend!

Three original images here: 1 | 2 | 3

Another Vivid Dream

Two nights ago I had another distinct dream.  The hubs and I were having to evacuate because of some sort of disaster (thank you Walking Dead marathon) but that was not the part that made such an impact.  Rather it was while we were gathered with other dislocated people, we ran into someone we knew 10 years ago and started talking about our lives and such.  Some how, in the way dreams work, we moved onto a conversation about design and then we were looking at the prototype of an Eames-like lounger.  I could practically sketch the thing right now it’s that clear in my mind.  What was interesting to me about it was that it was collapsible like those cheap-o sports/beach chairs that fit into their own bag.

The dream went on but the only thing that really stuck with me when I work, was the chair.  So… I went straight to my handy dream source (like I have before) and found the following explanation:

Chair Dream

I am at a bit of a transition right now professionally/vocationally and this was actually an insightful reminder for me to not be in a hurry or anxious about the future, but to continue to be open to my present.  And mostly I think it’s the last of the explanations: contemplation before action.  (Or rather as my sister would say: paralysis by analysis.) I’m evaluating several things right now and want to make sure I make the “right” move.  Thanks dream-brain for helping me unravel some pressure I’m feeling to make a decision!

weekend scene

Apparently eating is my Olympic event!  This weekend was fast and furious.  I’ve been working on Fridays, and I tell ya, that is for the birds!  (But just a few more weekends — thankfully!)  This past Saturday though was one of the first in a long time that we slept in as late as we wanted (or that my bladder could stand it) and then decided to make waffles (pecan waffles for the hubs).  I hate the feeling of living out this 80s song, but there is something special about Saturdays.  The world moves a little slower.  The neighbors are a little nicer.  There is no pressure and it feels great.  It’s also full of project potential.  This weekend’s tasks: laundry, purging the filing cabinet, finishing another ikea hack, and regrouting the shower.  (Each of which is mostly done.)

Sunday brought an unexpected surprise of a friend calling on us for a quick breakfast & chat over coffee. We felt like “real” city folk as we walked through the damp, foggy morning to a neighborhood eatery and had a leisurely stroll home.

It’s going to be a big week for my day job this week, so I’m not totally looking forward to it; but, that does mean that I’m coming up on next weekend when I’ll have a visitor!  Can’t wait!

Weekend Scene Feb 8-9

along came a (white) spider

White Spider

I have weird dreams on a regular basis.  Wait.  I have CRAZY dreams on a regular basis. (I’ve talked about that before.)  Well Sunday night was no exception.  This time I was walking naked through the grocery story while talking on my cell phone.  And I hated that I didn’t have clothes on, but I thought everyone should just have to deal with it.  Then upon leaving said store I was driving home and was pulled over by a police officer.  I was trying to negotiate getting out of a ticket for flashing my brights at someone who had theirs on.  I was also hoping he wouldn’t notice me being sans clothing.  I don’t really remember too much after that, I think I woke up.  But I do remember that at some point – prior to going to the store — I was standing outside on a deck and there were bugs falling like leaves in the fall.  And these bugs I noticed were white spiders.  I remember thinking in my dream how peculiar it seemed.

Yesterday morning, after I wrote my 3(+) pages, I went to my handy dream interpretation guide to look up the meaning of spiders (no particular color — because who dreams of colored spiders) and I found this:

To dream of a spider represents feeling trapped or hopeless. A negative situation that feels inevitable or impossible to escape. Beliefs about things that you think are permanent or will never go away.

Alternatively, spiders may reflect irrational beliefs. Powerful insecurities that prevent you from doing what you want in life. Irrational fears that prevent you from enjoying yourself, or powerful desires for things you don’t believe you can ever have.

Positively, a spider may represent a positive area of your life that is intricate and patient. Inevitable success based on skill. This would usually be represented by blue or white spiders.

Folks I am working hard these days… and this feels like a good omen that it’s going to pay off!

P.S.  The police officer bit has to do with discipline (hello Morning Pages challenge!).

P.P.S. It took everything in me to be able to search for a picture of a white spider.  Me & bugs (of any kind) aren’t exactly what you would call a good combination.

original image here

weekend scene

This is more of a weekend reflection rather than scene.  It was kind of a funky weekend.  I’m feeling the need to chop off all my hair so that’s usually a flag that something else is going on.  I’m needing to feel in control of something.  So instead of running headfirst into some scissors, I gave this little space a facelift.  It was long overdue and I’m happy with how it’s turning out.  As always, a work in progress…

Also this weekend was a little weird because I intentionally didn’t take any photos other than the one below because the light was just so nice.  I’m trying this whole “be present” thing.  The weekend was indeed full…of the prosaic and the peculiar.  We made it out to the Saturday Farmer’s market and ate the most deliciously fresh breakfast tacos as well as spent some time at the studio.  I organized two months of neglected paperwork (i.e. unopened junkmail and a bag full of receipts!) and caught up on Downton Abbey.  (My official opinion of the season so far — meh.  But I’ll probably keep watching.)  And we had a few unexpected conversations and interesting “serendipitous” moments.  I’m always trying to be aware of those little signs in life that point of down one path or the other, but usually it takes a freight train and a bull horn until I get it.

I am officially on Day 3 of my personal challenge and so far so good.  I even wrote first thing on Sunday morning which meant writing at 5:30 in the morning.  I absolutely LOVE that when I was talking to the hubs about not being sure if I should try to write before we did our early Sunday morning thing or just wait until we came home at 9 and he said, “…I know, there sure is a lot that happens [on Sundays] before 1st thing in the morning!”  Touche.

But it’s been like the well was bursting at the seams and already since I’ve uncapped it, the words are pouring out.  The first day alone I wrote six pages and if I had all the time in the world I don’t know when I might stop.  But day-jobs are calling and I must answer…

Church Window