Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Duck, Duck, Goose

Otherwise known as "Technorati asked me to put this code (YH3Q47P95FPA) somewhere in a post". And since I'm trying to get all my techie duckies in a row, I complied.

As you can see, I've updated the blog look and feel. You can find me on Pinterest, DeviantArt (no comments about how I'm such a deviant!), Etsy, Cafe Press and elsewhere on the Interwebz. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep all this stuff straight?

It reminds me of 2000 when I had 15 different email addresses... And a GeoCities account. Y'all remember those days of sprakly internets, right?

Anyways, I'm getting all hip to this new technology stuff.

Technologic.

Technologic.

Techno.

Logic.


Is that a freaky music video or WHAT? But I can't help but move to the beat. Even if it is Chucky at the wheel.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Finding Your Creative Voice

In 2005 I began attending an Artist's Way seminar in hopes of "unblocking" my "inner creative". It was, for me... interesting. It's nothing against the program, facilitator or other members of the group. Far from it, actually. For me, it was an uncomfortable thing to do. I have ADD and SPD*, two conditions that make life interesting - to say the VERY least. Part of my discomfort stemmed from the fact that I didn't consider myself an artist. Artists painted, sculpted, drew, made masterworks. I saw things in my mind but couldn't get them out. The other discomfort came from the fact that "morning pages" are an integral part of the program. I don't journal. I never have. I can't. It is quite literally impossible. There's no amount of cajoling or prompting that can make me journal. Part of it is psychological, but the other part is physiological. You can give a pig a pencil, but you can't make him write. I did give the group my best shot, but it was very much a square peg/round hole situation.

Over the years, I had attempted (in no particular order) diaper making (fail), apron making (fail), scrapbooking (fail), papercrafting (fail) and more. I was searching for my creative voice with little success. The one bright spot in this series of unfortunte events was Stephanie. When I threw my hands up in disgust at getting frustrated with sewing aprons, I sent her the only one I finished. It was a vintage pattern done up in vintage fabric. With that gift of an apron, two things happened. The first was blessing someone and encouraging them to learn to sew. The second was relinquishing the need to find-my-creative-voice-right-now. I like to think I'm Stephanie's "apron godmother".

I hadn't found my voice yet. And I had pretty much given up trying. During my short stint with the Artist's Way group, I found out I was pregnant with my third child - a boy. Early pregnancy for me is never easy, so I used my "all day long sickness" to gracefully bow out of the group. That's not hard to do when you're not able to move without being terribly ill. Something I contemplated while I spent weeks laying perfectly still on the sofa, not daring to move, was clothing for this child. I had two girls already and to borrow from Prissy from Gone With The Wind, I don't know nothin' 'bout no baby boys. Once my health improved for me to be mobile, I began making baby clothes. I made a christening gown, shorts, tops, his outfit for going home from the hospital, you name it. I sewed like there was no tomorrow. While my fervor was high, my skills were not! But each piece saw improvement. I was learning to speak with my creative voice.

Hospital to Home Outfit
Christening Gown

As my son grew, I kept sewing. I didn't like what passed for most little boys' clothing back then and so I ventured into more complicated clothing territory. Eventually, I began making costumes in addition to clothes. They weren't great, but with each one, I learned. I learned about fabric quality. I learned to pay attention to the type of fabric a pattern calls for. I learned how to skip some steps to streamline the construction process. The next year, I was even more ambitious. I created costumes from self-drafted patterns based on reference photos. I was creating things that didn't yet exist - including costume footwear. One of the costumes even won an award. My vocabulary was growing. My creative voice was getting stronger.
Ariel Warrior Princess

Mulanabella

In subsequent years, my daughters began participating in pageants. To keep costs low, I made their dresses. The first few looked like it too! There were a few missteps, but with each event, I learned something. The ore I sewed, my confidence grew. Costumes I designed, constructed and styled began to win awards. Especially at events with a "themewear" division. In fact, my daughters' themewear has consistently scored high enough to win at almost every event.

Angel On Top Of The Tree
A Very Special Gift

Throughout this journey, there were many times when I was discouraged. I thought I wasn't good enough because I wasn't a "real artist" and I doubted I ever would be. I can see now that it's like a child learing to talk. First with nonsense sounds and babbling, then words only parents can understand, then finally fluent speech. Don't get discouraged if it feels like you'll never find your own creative voice. I started really searching for mine in 2005. It's now 2013. I can finally say...

I AM! a costume and clothing designer.
I CAN! see it in my mind and then MAKE IT HAPPEN.
I WILL! continue to hone my skills at every opportunity.

I have also learned that creating and sewing - even the most tedious of tasks like hand beading or matching plaid(!) help to soothe me when I get overwhelmed by the world around me. Finding my creative voice was more than an expression of who I am. It became therapeutic. It made me be myself - only more complete.

*ADD: Attention Deficit Disorder; SPD: Sensory Processing Disorder.

Monday, August 06, 2012

Manga Monday - Princess Tutu

While not strictly Manga, I'm including it because it's one of the most lovely anime I've ever seen. It's a big favorite here. This is not the full song, just the opening to the series. The full song is 4 minutes long and is just as lovely as the short bit used here.

Text: (Romaji)

yondeiru koe
saa me wo samashite
nakigao nugutte
mabushii hikari kigi no tsuyu umareru

dare mo shiranai himitsu no mizube de
odore inochi no pa do du
kyou mo yume miteru
sore wa yasashiku
hageshii nagare ne

doko made tsuzuku rabirinsu
watashi wa yukou nigirishimeru yume

yonde iru koe
watashi ga hitsuyou?
kanashii no mayou no tobidatsu
tori yureteru hana
sasayaku

sayonara namida anata wa suteki yo
odore inochi no pa do du
ashita o yume mite

watashi ga yuku wa sono te ni watasou
egao hitotsu de hora ne konna ni atatakai

dare mo shiranai himitsu no mizube yo
odore inochi no pa do du
asu o yume miteru

sore wa yasashiku
hageshii nagare ne shiwase sagasu
rabiribsu watashi wa yuku no yo

Text: (English)

A voice is calling to me
Now I open up my eyes
Wipe the tears from my face
A brilliant light and the dew on the trees is born

At the secret place by the waterside that no one knows of
Dance the pas de deux of life
and im dreaming again today.

So I find myself gently
drifting in a tempestuous current.
Just how far will this labyrinth take me...
I'll go along, and hold on tightly to this dream...

The full series is available in Netflix dubbed in English.

#PeaceLove&Otaku

Monday, July 30, 2012

Manga Monday - Keroro Gunsou

To follow up with Friday's video of Afro Sargeant (Afuro Gunsou) from Sgt. Frog (Keroro Gunsou) I'm sharing with you my oldest child's renderings of the Keronians. May I present to you:
Keroro Gunsou - Sgt. Frog

Corporal Geroro

Sgt. Major Kululu

Lance Corporal Dororo

Private 2nd Class Tamama

If you want to draw your own Keronians, check out this video:

#PeaceLove&Otaku

Friday, July 27, 2012

Funky Friday

I don't speak Japanese. But this has such a catchy hook that I just can't not share it with you. The clip is one of the endings to Keroro Gunsou (Sgt. Frog) a fun anime about alien frogs (Keronians) coming to take over the Earth (Pekopon). My kids think this is the best show since the history of television. The first couple of seasons are available on Netflix, but the entire run of the show is available at AnimeCrazy.net.

#PeaceLove&Otaku

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Flashback

A Day in the Vintage Life... and some things I found out about myself:

Extremely structured checklists appease my need for "organization" but do little to actually help me stay on task.

The creation of the "system" is all-consuming and leads to burnout. Thus making the system useless.

I have ADD. See above.


The link right up there contains a GREAT illustration of what it's like to live with ADHD/ADD. When I was diagnosed, it was like everything clicked into place. Getting the appropriate medication to treat my condition made a world of difference for me. It made life easier. So much easier. No longer did I struggle with remembering why I walked across the house or where my keys were. I was able to function like a "normal" human being.

Simple tasks like taking the laundry from the living room to putting it in it's proper place didn't lead to 3 side trips to do other things. I was more productive in my sewing. I wasn't getting as frustrated with projects and pushing them aside in favor of "easier" projects. In the past I would have three or four different projects happening at the same time and doing very little on all of them.

Oftentimes, behaviour problems are blamed on ADD/ADHD and little is done to correct the *actual* problem. There's no excuse for rotten behaviour no matter what condition you live with. ADD medications being demonized as making children into "zombies" or being addictive is equally unhelpful. No one tells the insulin-dependent diabetic that their insulin is addictive or unnecessary. ADD is a neurological condition where the wiring in the brain goes haywire. The *right* medication can be a total life-changer.

Don't be afraid of the diagnosis. Some of the most brilliant, creative, talented people have ADD. It is precisely because their brains are wired differently that allows them to think outside the box.

I leave you with this sentiment...

I'll Be Thinking Of You

#ADD #ADHD #betterlivingthroughchemistry #aboutme

Monday, July 16, 2012

Reminiscing...

Recently I had the opportunity to visit my old hometown, Orlando. To most people, Orlando is Mickey's Home. That's part of it, sure. But back in '78, when I was in second grade... Orlando was a small town and the drive to Disney took an hour. Downtown was 10 minutes north and our sleepy neighborhood and environs were the world I knew.


It's funny when you go "back home" how things have changed. Surprisingly, there was a lot that HADN'T changed. Like Lido's Italian Restaurante. Still there after all these years.

Other places still there:
The Old Home Place
 How come their kids got a tree house and I never did?

The Church House where a friend used to live

The church I used to attend


I attended preschool there too... a LONG time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

Where I bought my FIRST ever model kit.
It was an airplane and had missing pieces but I didn't care.

Where I saw my first Billy Graham movie
And where I swore to myself at the tender age of under 12 that there was NO WAY I was ever going to sit through one again. To this day I have a boat-load of disdain for "Christian" entertainment, largely because they disguise crap under a banner of "evangelism". Crap is crap people. And no amount of "PRAISE JESUS" is ever going to make it anything other than crap. Bad quality makes the Baby Jesus cry, people.

Beefy King.
I don't recall ever eating here. But I remember driving by it as a kid. They're still open for business 30 years later. I wish Ronnie's NY Delicatessen was still around. It was just down the road a bit from Beefy King. It's been replaced by a TooJay's Deli and a Starbucks.



#reminiscing, #memories, #littleriverband