
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
New Photo Card plus Amélie turns 7 next week!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Barbershop Boy
Totally random post but I owe Angela a good little chuckle.
When I lived in Waltham, Mass I worked in a hair salon in Cambridge. Every day I took one bus to the square just below my stop and then transferred to go up to Harvard Square where my salon was. Right at the spot where I had to wait for my bus there was a barber shop that was always full of black men getting perfect fades. I would stand across the street and stare into the window watching in awe as the barbers cut hair. In my salon we were not even allowed to use clippers and always had to do scissors over comb for a short haircut, so I thoroughly admired their handiwork. There was one barber who was very attractive and he and I developed a through-the-window daily flirtation. Every time I stood waiting for my bus he would look out the window and give me a smile and sometimes even a little nod and eyebrow raise. I started really looking forward to my ride to and from work everyday! This went on for weeks. We never spoke to each other, we never even saw each other except through the glass of the barber shop window. Finally, one evening, one of the other guys from the shop came out and gave me a piece of paper with my barbershop boy's phone number on it. I can't even remember his name now but I did call him and could barely understand him since it turns out he is from Haiti. We made plans to meet in Harvard Square one day during both of our lunch breaks. I was very excited and nervous. I had had this almost imaginary relationship with this guy for weeks now, maybe even a month and wasn't sure if I was really up for making it a reality. When we finally did meet, I discovered that he had about 3 or 4 children with various "baby mamas", could barely speak English and was really not that interesting or cool. It was so upsetting and disappointing to see what he was really like. My version of him turned out to be exponentially better than who he truly was. The moral of this story is: avoid meeting "boys" (meaning those we know only as blank boy - safeway boy, bus boy, abercrombie boy, barbershop boy, etc) at all cost. It will never live up to your fantasy so why take that step and ruin a dream you could hold onto your entire life?
When I lived in Waltham, Mass I worked in a hair salon in Cambridge. Every day I took one bus to the square just below my stop and then transferred to go up to Harvard Square where my salon was. Right at the spot where I had to wait for my bus there was a barber shop that was always full of black men getting perfect fades. I would stand across the street and stare into the window watching in awe as the barbers cut hair. In my salon we were not even allowed to use clippers and always had to do scissors over comb for a short haircut, so I thoroughly admired their handiwork. There was one barber who was very attractive and he and I developed a through-the-window daily flirtation. Every time I stood waiting for my bus he would look out the window and give me a smile and sometimes even a little nod and eyebrow raise. I started really looking forward to my ride to and from work everyday! This went on for weeks. We never spoke to each other, we never even saw each other except through the glass of the barber shop window. Finally, one evening, one of the other guys from the shop came out and gave me a piece of paper with my barbershop boy's phone number on it. I can't even remember his name now but I did call him and could barely understand him since it turns out he is from Haiti. We made plans to meet in Harvard Square one day during both of our lunch breaks. I was very excited and nervous. I had had this almost imaginary relationship with this guy for weeks now, maybe even a month and wasn't sure if I was really up for making it a reality. When we finally did meet, I discovered that he had about 3 or 4 children with various "baby mamas", could barely speak English and was really not that interesting or cool. It was so upsetting and disappointing to see what he was really like. My version of him turned out to be exponentially better than who he truly was. The moral of this story is: avoid meeting "boys" (meaning those we know only as blank boy - safeway boy, bus boy, abercrombie boy, barbershop boy, etc) at all cost. It will never live up to your fantasy so why take that step and ruin a dream you could hold onto your entire life?
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Some old doodles

There is no connection between the Seabreeze Cafe doodles and the cochon doodles, except maybe breakfast makes me think of yummy pork products...bacon...yum...but really they were done at totally different times. Just what I do for fun sometimes. Found these just now while rummaging through old card designs.


Friday, September 11, 2009
Resurrecting some oldies



La coccinelle: This design has mostly been used on onesies that I have made but could also make a cute card.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Namdroling













And right now my mom is on her way through Yellowstone National Park to Mount Rushmore in a 40ft motor home with all of these monks!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Teefany's postcard


Front and back of the postcard that I designed for my wonderful friend Tiffany's optometry business in Morro Bay. I believe that her boyfriend, Jörn, took the photos. I just designed it and took care of getting it printed for her. I have not seen the final printed version yet but hear that it turned out great.
I am now working with Jörn on designing a website to showcase his pottery. I will post a link once that is up and running.
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