July 30, 2007

cutie patootie

thanks to all who took a moment to leave their comments about the gifty stuff! If you haven't commented yet, please do! It's extremely helpful! I thought you might be interested to see one of my first t-shirt prototypes on my progeny.

 

It almost looks like I planned that nice bit of lightning. Next-gen shirts will have thicker ric-a-rac.  

Here's a cool little monster mirror I made and which I plan to offer for sale on etsy.com

 

What could account for this sudden out-pouring of creativity? 

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July 26, 2007

focus group

Okay people, I need you to focus. I need your input and opinions on a few things, and seeing as you're all impartial and all, this should work handily. I'm developing a few design-y things to sell. Woulja buy 'em? what do you like/dislike about them?

Let's start with some Kid's T-shirts. The mockups below look like just straight imprinting, but actually I'll be printing the images on fabric and then appliqueing them onto the shirts. The girly shirts will use rick rack around the edges. the boys images will peek out of windows cut in the shirts.

Next up, a series of 4 greeting cards sold as a set of 8. Forgot your sister's birthday? Send an "oh crap!" card. Need to congratulate someone on their new job? "SWEET!"

And for your final question: if you were naming a crafty gift company which name would you prefer- Twisted Little Puppy(TM) or House of Heathens(TM)?

I thank you in advance for your opinions, they mean a lot to me. I'll leave this post up for a week and then it's coming down!

appended to say: feel free to comment anonymously, I won't hold it against you! 

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July 23, 2007

TMI

I am wearing a golf-type polo shirt that has an argyle pattern silk-screened up the left side of my chest. The way that two of the pointy argyles come together give me the appearance of a third or wondering nipple. At least to me. And it's terribly distracting. I look down and for half a second and go "Hey, how'd you get over THERE.

In other news, I will be working 30 hours a week instead of the more common and slavish 40. This MAY prevent me from murdering my coworkers and will give me the chance to hang with Ruby more. My job hasn't kept me quite busy enough and I found those extra hours of sitting in this damn office chair were just killing me. How much random web surfing can one do? It's kinda like being forced to eat donuts. After a while you just wanna hurl.

Let the countdown begin, only 19 days until our vacation NINETEEN!!!! We've rented a tiny little house in the outerbanks, and it may very well be on the dumpy side, but it's got its own pool which I plan to stand waist-deep in as my child flings herself repeatedly into. soon, my love, soon.

Hugs and kisses,
Auntie Zoom

 
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July 09, 2007

dog-day afternoon

Today it is what we southerners like to quaintly call “freaky-deaky hot” or the shorter and more eloquent “ass-hot”. The lucky white-collar folks, like myself, have air-conditioned cars and chilly beige cubicles to keep us comfortable. Folks with fewer means who must patronize mass transit are less comfy.

I just walked about 8 blocks each way to a grocery store at lunch. It was my penance for forgetting my gym clothes. I skulked along the very narrow shadows that creep closer to the buildings as noon approaches. Nothing like being hustled across a pedestrian crossing in 94° heat by someone in a well-chilled SUV. I pantomined my heated discomfort and at least got a smile for my efforts but not before twisting my ankle in these stupid sandals.

Against my better judgment I picked up one of those new-fangled “smart” waters. You know, the ones with vitamins and jennifer aniston. And you’ve got to hand it to the beverage makers, they have figured out how to give us less product for more money. All these flavored waters are a crock load, if you ask me. It tastes like when you’re down to the last glass of kool-aid and you got two kids begging for it so you streeeetch it out a bit with water. Lame. Give me iced tea any ol’ day. But please not the sweet tea for it gives me the sugar-skeevies to even think about. That I-just-ate-one-too-many-jelly-bellies-and-I-think I’m-going-to-gag feeling? Maybe that’s only me.

While we are accustomed to this kinda swamp-ass kind of weather we reserve the right to comment on it obsessively as we head back for another cold one.  
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July 07, 2007

hmmm

Apparently I've got a real potty mouth...

Online Dating

  • shit (3x)
  • hell (2x)
  • poop (1x)

 

hmm. that's all they found? 

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July 05, 2007

the rocket's red glare

Thursday.
July FIFTH.
The day after the parade, the pool and the barbecue.
The day spent sitting in a chair, in front of a computer with a pile of work that I am not highly motivated to attack.
The paper cup of foamy milky latte is gone. Empty. Dry as a bone, it’s sustenance sucked away.
Yet my brain isn’t fully functioning. The little gnomes that work in the pinky cubicles up there are not speaking to each other for some reason. Some of them are aimlessly wandering about and they keep bumping into each other and mumbling. And often saying “hunh?” when someone addresses them.

It’s a few hours later. I managed to be rather productive as long as no one expected a fully-formed and coherent sentence out of me. I’ve gulped a few hand-fulls of almonds and chugged some water and even tried my very first pilates class over lunch. Rebecca, the teacher, is lovely and charming with a North Carolina accent that says “here, have a mint julpe and let me hold you to my bosom” but who, in reality, is a raging sadist if she thinks I can do one more of those stomach crunching contortions. Holy shit. Thems is hard. No wonder those famous hollywood types always smile through clinched teeth when being photographed by papparazzi. It’s all become clear now. They are in pilates-induced pain.

I need to make some apologies though. Firstly to the women near me in class, I’m sorry, I had no idea that the same contortions and moves that contract 12 hundred underused muscles would also force air from my rear. I’m very, very sorry you had to hear that. I found it impossible to clinch that one little muscle in addition to all the others. Also, I will go ahead and apologize to our out-of-town guests with whom I shall be running around looking at historical shit with all weekend. There shall be a goodly amount of bitching ensuing. And whining. And possibly some swearing because I know this quaky feeling I have in my legs and stomach, it means muscles that are planning on seizing up on me over night. I may need a walker tomorrow. Seriously. 
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