I’m sure I’ve mentioned before how Mo is the perfect cat. Because he’s an orange one, and orange is the best flavor.
Something in his genetic composition gives him a keen sense of hairband radar. I’m not entirely sure how he finds them, but in the 8 years I’ve owned him my ponytail hairband budget has quadrupled.
I managed to steal this one away from him after watching him jump up onto the kitchen counter and rummage through a pile of mail just to find the band that I pulled out of my hair this morning.
How does he know it’s there? Your guess is as good as mine. That’s why it’s so exceptionally freaky.
He doesn’t always wait to find them “at large” either. Sometimes he gathers up the nerve to walk up behind me while I’m relaxing on the couch then attempt to rip the band from my head while it is in the process of securing a ponytail.
They’re almost a single use item at this point because if I don’t lock them away immediately in a drawer in the bathroom Mo will hunt them down and then … I’m not entirely sure what he does with them after that. He bats them around for a while and I can attempt to reclaim them if I catch him.
I really have no idea where they go after he tires of them, though.
I wonder if one day we’ll be remodeling and we’ll happen up on an enormous cache of hairbands tucked into a secret trap door he’s had installed in the floor? Like some sort of feline panic room he’s set up – fully stocked with hundreds of hairbands, cans of his favorite special order food and a detailed plan to convince Sisko to sacrifice himself for the cause in the event of a zombie apocalypse.
I’ m going to have to keep a closer eye on him from here on out.
August is here and it kicks off another month at The Lilypad!
I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to stay after I saw this month’s BYOC swatch. It immediately made me think of little shops filled with confections and sweet frosted treats – and from there I was on a sugar rush. I loved creating this cheerful pack of papers and page accents centered around the sweetness of everyday life. Hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
Sweetness Papers & Page Accents
Both of these packs are 20% off through Sunday, August 5, 2012. And so is the rest of the August BYOC! Mix and match your way to perfection.
Inspiration from The Flock (and the Pollys!)
Two weeks ago I packed the family up and took them to San Diego to visit our friends Christine and Todd. And I left my camera at home – on purpose.
I left it in my office to hold the file cabinet down for us while we were away. A very important job, as the file cabinet is quite wily.
I also did not bring a laptop, a hard drive or anything else resembling work. Just my tablet – loaded up with the latest Sookie book – and my phone. I relied on my phone for any photos I did take, and that worked out just fine. Plus it’s not as though Christine and Todd are strangers to photography. I wasn’t worried.
Tom did bring his Canon point-and-shoot camera and he has a couple hundred photos of our trip – especially the things that he and Nicholas did together, without me. They both vacation a lot differently than I do – they want to see everything. I’m more of a sit and relax (and eat) type of vacationer.
It worked out pretty well because the guys were able to venture off together to visit places that aren’t my cup of tea – like museums and LegoLand (which I saw during our 2009 trip.) While they were off doing those things I was able to spend a lot of time just hanging out with Christine (and Liz, for one day!) like girlfriends do, without boys around wondering what in the world we were talking about.
Then we could all meet up and hit the destinations that were on everyone’s list – like the San Diego Zoo, the Hotel Del Coronado and the seals at LaJolla.
And the food, of course. No one wanted to miss mealtimes.
Nicholas can now say he’s felt the Pacific Ocean on his feet, and I can daydream about the most amazing sea scallops on Earth at the Sun Deck of the Hotel Del Coronado. And through a total stroke of luck, Tom’s brother had business in San Diego so he flew out a day early to spend a day with us. We live 7 hours apart, but how could we pass up the opportunity to hang out in California together?
It was a fantastic vacation. A much appreciated vacation.
And I never even missed the Nikon. Not once.
I’ve been working my way through The Fire Starter Sessions by Danielle LaPorte slowly but surely. Heavy on the slowly, light on the surely.
It’s a work in progress.
In the meantime I try to at least keep up with her blog and this afternoon I found myself inspired by her most recent burning question asking “what do you suck at?”
When you cop to your shortcomings a number of wonderful things can happen. You become more accessible to the people around you, you invite other people to step up and shine, and you create space for support to come into your life — you actually don’t have to be awesome at everything. Go figure.
-Danielle LaPorte (via WhiteHotTruth)
So what do I suck at?
I suck at death and illness. I’ve been through my fair share of illnesses and funerals, but I’m not typically your go-to support person during these times. I have a disturbingly rational view on mortality and, as a result, I never know what to say. So it’s always - always - painfully awkward for everyone involved.
I have a hard time being interrupted. I hyperfocus on the task at hand and when it’s interrupted by anything – spontaneously or planned – it usually elicits a highly emotional response from me. It’s something my family gives a wide berth, bless their hearts, but it makes me a bear to live with during periods where I’m juggling a lot of projects alongside my responsibilities as a regular human being. Responsibilities like eating … and sleeping … and generally being pleasant company.
I not great at follow-through - and I’m positive that this little nugget is 90% of the reason for the one above. The list of unfinished books and projects, the unreturned phone calls, the unanswered emails – they all serve as a reminder that when I shift my focus I tend to lose interest in the previous project and my backburner becomes so full that it’s more like a backbonfire.
I suck at being silent together. I can forge my way through a lot of tasks every day, in solitude, without saying a single thing. But just as a for instance, if my husband happens to be in the vicinity while I’m watching The Real Housewives of Someplace Somewhere (and trust me, he’s NOT watching the show) I feel the need to pause it at regular intervals and interject commentary and analysis. As if he cares. For some reason the silence between two or more people makes me incredibly anxious.
I’m not good at sharing. I missed that day in preschool, I guess. Maybe it’s because I was the youngest child. Or maybe it’s because I’m not the greatest with the concept of abundance. The bottom line is – do NOT ask to borrow my favorite sweater or try to sneak a french fry off my plate. It’s a good way to wind up on my shit list.
I suck at sports. Pretty much every sport I have attempted. But to be fair – I haven’t played ALL the sports. I’m not exceptionally coordinated. Also I am not a fan of getting injured, which happens frequently if you’re not coordinated. Plus I’m not all that competitive when it comes to games and competitions. You really need to care about the outcome at least a little bit in order to be any good at sports.
I could go on – gardening, accepting compliments, handling surprises, mailing packages, making appointments – I’m readily aware of many of my shortcomings.
The point of the exercise was to acknowledge these areas of suckitude, accept that they’re a part of who I am, and then come around to a place where I’m grateful for all the things that I don’t suck at.
Like I have a crazy amount of respect for other people’s things, because I’m so cautious about sharing my own. And I’m a good person to call when you feel lonely, because I won’t allow any silence between us. And if it’s your task I’m working on – you can rest assured that I’ll need to be dragged away from it kicking and screaming.
So really, some of my greatest strengths are only possible because of the things I suck at.
Doesn’t that just put a lot of things into perspective?
What do you suck at?
If you decide to share your own, let me know!
As many of you may already know, I participated in a design contest back in June where a couple dozen digital artists submitted their designs for consideration by Echo Park Paper Co. I am eternally grateful for all of the people who voted for me in the contest - it’s an embarrassment of riches to have so much support. My heart is full!
The contest wasn’t won on votes, alone, and Echo Park chose designs from another extremely talented designer. Beautiful designs! And while it’s always a little hard to enter a competition and not be the ultimate winner – I don’t even kind of consider it a loss, because I was able to round the entire concept out and turn it into a digital product.
Because my heart belongs to digital, after all. Also, I’m hopeless with paper so I’d probably never have been able to use my own product. And neither would many of you. So it all works out in the end!
Now Available @ The Lilypad
I’m pleased to announce that Scenes From Real Life is now available at The Lilypad as a part of my guest stay there for the month of July. You’ll can save 20% off through Sunday, 7/15/12, and receive my newest template (below) FREE with the purchase of the kit through 7/18/12.
Free With Purchase
I haven’t had much time to sit down and actually scrapbook lately, but I unwound with Photoshop after a hard day yesterday and added the page design to my collection of Flight Plans. Flight Plan No. 18 is also 20% off through the weekend, but you can grab it for FREE when you purchase the kit. Just add both items to your cart and the template will zero out. (As always, if you get a little “click happy” and forget to add it, just contact me and I’ll get you squared away.)
A Little Glimpse Of MY Real (Glamorous) Life
JOURNALING | It’s been happening little by little, really … but it has finally become apparent to me that the days of you worrying about spilling something on yourself are in the distant past. People would have a hard time believing that you’re the same kid that used to change clothes with a speck of dirt, but your new goal seems to be to get as much stuff on your clothes as possible.
MATERIALS | Scenes From Real Life & Flight Plan No. 18