Thursday, October 28, 2010


What makes me do the happy dance?

I do believe summer is FINALLY over.

Also. David Crowder Band + Stop-Motion Animation + Lite-Brite = more happy dancing.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Studio night

Last Friday, my class opened up our studio for friends and family to come see our work, aka, see why said friends and family never see us.

I was a little nervous, seeing as it was our first, but it was so fun! I loved having so much energy in our studio and getting to meet all of my classmates' families.

My awesome boss Saundra came to visit first, but sadly I didn't get any pictures. I was so glad she came though!! Coolest boss everrr.

Kellie and roomie (this is unfortunate because I used to be the roomie, not the one meeting the new roomie - SIGH) came. Yay! Kellie even spotted the ever aloof ANDY WEED! I love Kellie and I was so happy she came, and I even got 2, yes 2, hugs from her!

My parents, also my most faithful blog readers, were conveniently already traveling into AZ for a wedding, so they made a detour for studio night. Thank you guys so much! Next time, let's make a longer visit okay? Also in the picture is my cute husband, fresh from the hospital.

Jason's cousin Ty, who is a student at UAT in multimedia design, made an appearance! It was so nice of her to come. She wanted to see our program and how it worked and compared to hers. She also made friends with my teachers and got the invite to come visit whenever she wanted. Woah now!

One of the highlights of the night was Jason giving my teacher Mookesh a hard time about the demanding hours of the program. I love my teachers and how they can joke with the best of 'em.

We finished the night up at Oreganos. Good company, good food, a good break from standing on really uncomfortable heels. Thanks again to all you came - much love! xoxo

Monday, October 18, 2010

The dog days are over

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I'm in love with this kitchen. The stools are vintage truck springs. Brilliant.

I've worried far too often that I like too many different styles and I'll never be able to choose how to decorate my house.

But this morning, I came up with a wonderful solution. Multiple houses. Perfect.

Friday, October 15, 2010


How I love walking. I walked to work this morning and the weather was perfection. I haven't been walking much because it's still so terribly hot here, and honestly, mostly because my husband spoils me by giving me rides everywhere.

I find in my normal routine, I get focused and think only about what I'm "supposed to" think about. School projects, laundry, dinner, that sort of thing. It's like a mind rut.

When I go on a walk, my mind is loosed and I can begin to wonder and marvel again. Life is slowed down and I become more observant. I really begin to see what's around me and notice those small things that I would have never seen driving past at forty miles an hour. I love that the same path can reveal new treasures each time.

My walk is through mostly neighborhoods, and so my favorite thing to do is wonder about the people who live in the homes. What they do for a living, who gets to swing in that porch swing, do they relax in those chairs in the evening, drinking iced tea and watching the sunset... my mind loves to wander when I give it permission to.

My other favorite thing is the houses. I really do love old neighborhoods in the valley, because each home is different (and stucco is far more rare). The homes have character and each seems to have its own story. The wear and cracks on the houses are like a grandpa's wrinkles, full of wisdom. And oh, how beautifully big the trees are. I can pretend like I'm not in the Tempe desert anymore (I do love the desert and I think it has a unique beauty, but it's a refreshing change to see lush green trees). There's a certain place in my heart for beautiful trees... I really hope to someday live where I am surrounded by trees and can enjoy that part of God's creation. For now, I will cherish the few trees I do see.

I've even made a friend on my walks. He is a little old crosswalk man. He calls me beautiful and tells me about his new girlfriend. Sure, he makes me blush, but I always have a smile on my face after I've talked with him.

Thursday, October 14, 2010


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How I love colorful tubs.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Owl be seeing you

This lil pipsqueak (he's only about 2-3 inches tall) greets me outside my door when I get home.

Makes me happy.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Missing: Mind

A text I sent to Jason:

Had a weird experience on the toilet at work... went into this weird spacey state of mind. I felt disconnected from my body and the small tiles on the floor all blurred together, feeling far away but at the same coming towards me at lightning speed. I think I need more sleep

Yes people, the glamorous life indeed. Jason said it sounds like a drug movie scene.

I knew coming into this semester I wouldn't be sleeping. That doesn't make it much easier.

What does though is tea.

(Not my teapot but I wish. Image found here)

Tea has been a gift from heaven for me. I used to chug lots of Dr. Pepper for those late nights. So bad on multiple levels - gives me a sugar high and consequently a sugar crash, makes my teeth feel gross, so syrupy that I would feel sick after more than one can, oh and that whole thing about soda acidity being nearly as low as battery acid.

Cue tea. Love, love, love. I can add some honey, but feel better because it's a natural sweetner, I get the benefits of caffeine without the sugar crash, and it's more theraputic holding a warm mug and sipping. It almost works too well - usually when I go to bed, it's because I'm done working, not because I'm nodding off; which is miraculous when those times are in the wee hours of the morning.

Someday I hope to have an amazing tea collection. Emily Lunt, a tea connaisseur, if you will. But in this dream, I'm drinking for enjoyment's sake, and nothing more.


Being the nerd that I am, I loved this.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Sweetly broken

Sweetly Broken
by Jeremy Riddle

To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of it's suffering I do drink
Of it's work I do sing

For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just

At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered

What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified

You’ve called me out of death
You’ve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross I’m reconciled

In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness

Sweetly broken is perfect for my life right now. I really have been broken... tired (so very tired) and feeling worthless and lost. School has a great way of tearing me down and taking the joy out of my life when it gets hard. I give everything and it's still not enough.

And yet, I really have been shown what a blessing this is. As one of Christ's beloved, I'm not just broken, but sweetly broken. Because when I feel so down, He shows me how deeply I need him. He patiently lets me pour out my heart to him and draws me into his arms. It a beautiful thing to be humbled at the cross, with nothing left to give, and yet he accepts me and gives me strength.

When I am broken, I have to cling to him and trust that he will see me through. And how incredible it is at that first glimmer of hope when things start to make sense again!

I had an intense struggle with one of my projects - creating an information graphic of time and space about the gulf oil spill. I kept trying and trying, with nothing that sparked my interest. Everything I did was generic and boring. God kept me fighting and I finally had a breakthrough on Sunday night. It's such a vulnerable thing, design school... You pour your heart into something and then bring it to class, timidly holding it out to show friends and teachers, praying that they don't rip it to shreds or give it a mere shoulder shrug and an "eh." What a relief when I don't get that!

God has provided me with some wonderful people to get me through... my parents are so incredibly supportive, even when I'm down/grumpy/frustrated and my mom always knows how to comfort me better than anyone on this planet. And Jason. I can't even begin to describe how much this boy does for me. He continually amazes me with how much he can give, so selflessly. Simply put, my heart is full.

Here's a sneak peak at what I've been working on. It's a work in progress, but finally, I'm proud.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Maybe just maybe

Dreaming of things I can't afford. And, I just might to packing my stuff and hiking over to the Nikon camp. Ut oh

At least I get to make some pretty things.

We're binding books and I really do love it, minus cutting them to size. Cutting 96 pages + 2 cover pages by hand is not fun. Don't mind the ragged edge on this one. It's an older book and I've gotten much better. I love that map paper so much I'm thinking about framing it.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Her face is a map of the world


How I want a globe... I can't say there's really any room for it though in my wee apartment. Isn't it beautiful though?

In other news, school is kicking my trash. Think feeling like a creative dummy with no good ideas, never sleeping anywhere close to a good night's sleep, stress headaches as a daily companion, compulsive breakdowns with tears included, a constant desire to curl up in a ball under the bed and hide, and a whole group of grumpy classmates feeling the same way. The best part... this is just the beginning.

I don't want to sound like a sour sally... it's just been a long, long day. And a long, long week. And I have a long, long weekend ahead of me.