life lessons

I keep seeing distressingly thought-provoking memes – the kind that force you to ponder the advice you’d give your teenage self, or how you’d live life differently if you KNEW you would die in a year, or what you hope your kids remember about their childhood.

You know the kind I mean.

Existential crisis provokers.

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This photo is on display at PopToo’s house. I saw it on Friday and it initiated yet another round of questioning my life-lesson priorities. Y’all, every time I see it (or any other prom night photos) I HAVE TO SMILE, but I also kinda want to grab this pretty girl and give her a hard shake and a stern talking to.

Just look at that girl.

She thought she was not thin enough, or pretty enough, or smart enough, or kind enough, or mean enough (because if you’re gonna fail at nice then you just better push hard for the other extreme… teenager logic is a little warped, y’all), or talented enough, or just enough at anything.

If I could tell her things, I would tell her to never ever ever stop the late-night dance parties. Do y’all even know how many calories you burn just shaking your tailfeathers?!? (Also do you know how many calories I stored instead of burning because I didn’t realize that dance parties are legit aerobic exercise? SHEESH.)

I would tell her that there’s a simple reason behind why it’s so hard to figure out what to do with your life: there are just too too too many challenging, engaging, interesting, and fulfilling possibilities. Decide what to do now, then next… not what to do for for.ev.er!

I would tell her that people were not pretending to like her. The people who did not like her ignored her. Not everybody is gonna love you madly, y’all, but when you find those people who do love you…. keep them close. And trust that as long as you’re pouring good things into each other at every possible opportunity, your relationships will flourish. That’s as true for your spouse and kids and other family and friends as it is for your coworkers and the employees at the establishments you frequent.

I would tell her that anger is good, it’s a map that shows us our boundaries (thank you, Julia Cameron!). I would tell her another Julia Cameron quote: The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.

I could tell her so many other things, too, but a lot of the effort would be wasted. Because seeds sprout and plants grow and flowers bloom and fruit ripens when the conditions are right. So instead of focusing for too long on what I would tell that silly, precious spirit, I’ve been trying to figure out how to translate the grown-up lessons and connections and understandings and wisdom into seeds that can be sown in my kids’ hearts.

You know.

So they can sprout when conditions are right.

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[design details] shining

I’ve been playing around with layered photos (again), and – oh I just got another idea.

Anyway.

These are projects I don’t feel finished with, but that I want to turn into poster prints that you write prayers or favorite quotes on.

One of my product goals is to have fresh poster designs available every month, to go with calendars and stickers and journals, to use as a kind of catch-all for however long, and then as a visual reminder for the words that we want to carry forward as time goes by.

[shot stories] hair

It’s probably sad that I want to start all of my blog posts with “We all know I’m crazy, right?” but I just want to be sure that we all know that *I* know that sometimes what I decide to talk about is… eccentric.

Okay then.

One of my criteria for A Good Hair Day is “Looks just right when it’s in my face.”

I don’t mean that it looks just right to anybody looking at me. I MEAN IT LOOKS JUST RIGHT WHEN I’M STRUGGLING TO PEER PAST IT TO SEE THE WORLD.

After some deliberate conversations with my kids, I have discovered that 3 of the 4 are fully on the same page.

I think there’s something comforting about it – a sort of border to what I’m experiencing, maybe? I’ve noticed that my hair goes back/up when I’m frustrated or annoyed with other boundaries in my life.

I’ve posted quite a few hair-in-the-wind shots lately (AND BOOMERANG FOR THE WIN AMIRIGHT?!?). I was watching the girls work last week, and the situation sort of coalesced and made sense. I wasn’t really thinking about it before then, except to enjoy the swoops and lines and whirls.

Now I am kinda smug about how neato it is.

clouds

I wanted the sun to shine more today. There were glimpses of blue sky and a few fleeting rays.

I tried to get some writing work done. Mostly I made cryptic notes until my attention wandered to the sky.

[design details] letter cards

I got a bee in my bonnet last July because I saw fun, simple letter cards on a Waldorf-infused Instagram feed (I don’t remember which one though)… and when I looked for some, they were $20.

First I was horrified.

Then I was sort of affronted.

Then I did some math.

Yeah. $20 was about right!

The paper the cards were printed on, the size they were, using even basic cheapo ink (they were white letters on a black background)… yeah. If you’re going to have any profit (or, room for a discount ever and still make a profit), then yeppers… $20 sounded more and more normal. REASONABLE EVEN.

So I started looking at what I could do to print similar cards at home. Mine had to make a rainbow (duh, because all the things need a rainbow of colors), and needed to be small, aanndd hmmmmm…

The image included with this post is of cards I made using leftover business card sheets. Between the cost of those and the amount of ink used, 52 cards (upper and lower case) cost about $5.

It hurt my feelings.

If I use cardstock and am able to cut them all myself, then I can charge $5 for a set of 52.

My most-recent question about the project has me investigating what’s the heaviest paper than can make it through my printer, and how that balances out from a pricing perspective.