There has always been something in me that likes to create. Design. Assemble. Then take a couple steps back and admire.
Then move on to the next project and do the same. Only different.
I like to come up with unique designs. Which can be challenging when you like to look, conceptualize and "this-is-how-I-would've-done-it" imagine other people's creations.
I've had the pleasure of creating numerous designs from my beginnings doing a wholesale children's clothing magazine, billboards, t-shirts, an entire line of vitamin labels (really), more newspaper and magazine ads, not to mention logos, than I can count to my crown jewels of being published in two national magazines. Each and every one I've loved doing. It's fun to me. Actually a stress reliever of sorts when I get to "create". It's definitely a passion of mine and has been for as long as I can remember.
An ex-boss of mine once told me, "Terri...it's just part of who you are. You 'artsy' people are temperamental about your work. I get it." And thankfully he appreciated it.
So when I work hard at a design (and I DO realize people who don't do this for a living don't get how much time it takes, both in front of the computer and going over it again and again in your head throughout the days and even weeks), I tend to get a tad bit bent out of shape when "my" design is...well...compromised.
Example: A logo. Please don't stretch it. Hold the "shift" key down when you must resize it so it holds its scale. And don't try and "match" the font...because you can't. It's not a font. I know. I know. It looks like it. But believe me...it's a graphic. Each letter that makes up the word(s) is actually an image in-and-of itself. Unique. Unreproducible.
Am I sensitive about this? Maybe. (okay, obviously yes)
Will you hear from me if you don't keep the consistency of your business's brand that I helped create?
NO DOUBT. And one day you'll thank me.
Just had to say that.
I feel better now. Carry on...
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Once Upon a Time
Shelby started horseback riding camp this week. I'm documenting this so I always remember the first date (August 2, 2010) she rode a horse...and fell completely in love with them.
She talks about it non-stop. The great thing is from everything (and I do mean everything) she's telling me, it's obvious she is paying attention. It's clearly something that has jumped into her heart and taken hold. Will it last? Who knows. She's seven. I will say, however, I have never heard her so excited about anything before.
The horses she rides are named Sammy and Tamale. She likes Tamale because he's fast and the instructors say "more difficult to ride", but she seems to do fine. She likes Sammy because he is the main horse she trains on and has colored highlights (as she calls them) woven into his mane. In fact, tomorrow's shirt she is wearing matches Sammy's highlights. But, of course.
I told her I was thrilled she was liking it so much. She doesn't miss a beat and replies, "Yeah...you're certainly getting your monies worth!"
She says she learned to gallop today and might learn to cantor soon.
"What IS cantor mommy?"
"I think it's not galloping, but not trotting either...somewhere in between. Unfortunately, as much as mommy loves horses, I didn't grow up around them. We'll have to learn together."
She liked the idea of that and got a huge smile on her face. And continued to tutor me on the finer points of horseback riding. Then adds, "It's decided...they are my favorite mammal."
:::okay then:::
While I watch my blonde-haired, blue-eyed baby girl elaborate on her new interest, I also watch her fall harder and faster for the horses. And in doing so, I feel myself being so grateful for this sweet girl I'm so unimaginably in love with.
Blessed. There is absolutely no other word for it. Blessed.
"Don't ever take these precious gifts I entrusted you with for granted," He's says, when this feeling completely overwhelms me.
"You can count on it," I reply.
Always, always, always remember this about our children and never-ever forget: Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family. Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted. ~ Paul Pearshall
She talks about it non-stop. The great thing is from everything (and I do mean everything) she's telling me, it's obvious she is paying attention. It's clearly something that has jumped into her heart and taken hold. Will it last? Who knows. She's seven. I will say, however, I have never heard her so excited about anything before.
The horses she rides are named Sammy and Tamale. She likes Tamale because he's fast and the instructors say "more difficult to ride", but she seems to do fine. She likes Sammy because he is the main horse she trains on and has colored highlights (as she calls them) woven into his mane. In fact, tomorrow's shirt she is wearing matches Sammy's highlights. But, of course.
I told her I was thrilled she was liking it so much. She doesn't miss a beat and replies, "Yeah...you're certainly getting your monies worth!"
She says she learned to gallop today and might learn to cantor soon.
"What IS cantor mommy?"
"I think it's not galloping, but not trotting either...somewhere in between. Unfortunately, as much as mommy loves horses, I didn't grow up around them. We'll have to learn together."
She liked the idea of that and got a huge smile on her face. And continued to tutor me on the finer points of horseback riding. Then adds, "It's decided...they are my favorite mammal."
:::okay then:::
While I watch my blonde-haired, blue-eyed baby girl elaborate on her new interest, I also watch her fall harder and faster for the horses. And in doing so, I feel myself being so grateful for this sweet girl I'm so unimaginably in love with.
Blessed. There is absolutely no other word for it. Blessed.
"Don't ever take these precious gifts I entrusted you with for granted," He's says, when this feeling completely overwhelms me.
"You can count on it," I reply.
Always, always, always remember this about our children and never-ever forget: Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family. Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted. ~ Paul Pearshall
Monday, August 2, 2010
For My Ben...In a Hurry To Be a Man
IF: Pronunciation: \ˈif, əf\
Function: conjunction
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English gif; akin to Old High German ibu if
Date: before 12th century
1 a : in the event that b : allowing that c : on the assumption that d : on condition that
Sweet, Gentle Ben...
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
~Rudyard Kipling
Function: conjunction
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English gif; akin to Old High German ibu if
Date: before 12th century
1 a : in the event that b : allowing that c : on the assumption that d : on condition that
Sweet, Gentle Ben...
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
~Rudyard Kipling
Sunday, August 1, 2010
It's Worth Repeating...Many Times
Just a little reminder that...
Timing is everything.
Period.
Rinse and repeat.
Rinse and repeat.
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