Friday, September 16, 2011

More CTJ

I've been kind of struggling with journaling for the past couple of weeks. I'm not sure why, but I'm determined not to give in to the urge to stop. I know if I do, I'm going to slip down into that horrible vat of Indigo and I don't want that. I'm determined to fight it any way I can, and for some reason these pages help me.

Doodling those cirlces and making them gray & white - helps. Adding a wash of expensive yellow paint in my 40 cent journal - helps.

Quinacridone magenta - ALWAYS helps. Doodling lips inside a heart - helps.

I put on tape. I made white dots. In the big scheme of things - I did nothing today. Didn't save the world. Didn't help anyone. No grocery shopping, no laundry. Does that mean my day was a waste? I read a book. Took a bath. Picked up dinner for my family at Wendy's. And I painted a little in my journal. Maybe a waste to some, but I'll go to bed tonight feeling not quite Indigo, and sometimes that's the best we get.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Just playing

In my CTJ, just doodling. It's not awesome or anything, but it's not horrible.


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

A realization (warning: this it a rant)

I realized something about me today. One of the (many) reasons that I don't like people. First impressions. My son started school Monday. It's preschool, a program called "School Readiness" and he went last year, too. I love the program, I love his teacher, and last year I loved his bus driver. The man was always telling me what an amazing kid I had and what a great parent I must be. (Stop laughing!!)

You see where ALL those days say Pick-up at 9:24? I crossed out the top one and wrote 9:20 after my first encounter with her today. We went out to the bus stop at 9:22 and sat. Waited. When she finally came, LATE, she lectured me about how she'd already "left without him" and how if we're late she's not going to wait and blah, blah, blah - and then tells me I'm wrong, that my pick-up time is 9:20. No, bitch, it's not. CLEARLY someone's signals are crossed. Now - I feed my son more sugar than is healthy. I don't make him take a bath every single day. He often sleeps in a t-shirt instead of proper pajamas. Sometimes we have popcorn instead of dinner. I am NOT mother of the year. But you know what else I'm not? Late. Ever. I am NEVER late. Not for appointments, not for school, not for work, meetings, whatever the fuck I have to be at, I am ALWAYS ridiculously early. I'm the person who has to sit in their car for thirty minutes so they're not 45 minutes early for a job interview. Needless to say, I was pissed. I wrote her supervisor an email. THEN, even after I checked the transportation website and it said the busses were running on time, she dropped him off fifteen minutes late. That's a LONG TIME for a 2.5 hour school day. Here's the real kicker - she apologized to me and said that they switched Liam's pick-up time with another kid. Fine. But no one TOLD ME THAT. So guess what? Not my fault.

This one incident will leave a bad taste in my mouth about this woman. I will never like her. Because the first time I ever met her, she was disrespectful. Yes, she apologized. You know what? I don't think people get props for that. I think you should THINK about what you're about to spew onto somebody else BEFORE you let it fly. And if it's really necessary - then do it and you won't NEED to apologize. I won't apologize if she finds out that I complained about her. She deserved it. The pickup time screw up wasn't her fault - but it wasn't mine either, and she handled it badly.

THIS is my problem with people. You can't take back what you said. It's out there. An apology is not an eraser, it's a band-aid. I hate when my husband is an asshole and then apologizes. That doesn't change what happened. At all. It doesn't make me feel better. Apologies make the person ISSUING them feel better, NOT the mistreated person.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Construction...

Having one of those "uninspired" days, so I painted a bunch of backgrounds for a journal.

One side:

The other:

The flash went off for the second picture, even when I tried holding the pages in the exact same position as the first ones! Silly iPhone.

Monday, September 12, 2011

You Suck Monday - Marbled Paper

I did NOT enjoy paper marbling. Sorry for all of you who love it, but I didn't like it at all. I watched a million YouTube videos and tried all of the techniques I saw. Here are the results:


Alcohol inks in water:

Food coloring in water:

Food coloring mixed with oil in water:

Alcohol inks dripped into shaving cream:

Food coloring in water:

Alcohol inks sprayed onto shaving cream:

So, the alcohol inks worked, but they seemed to eat at the shaving cream and they made very faint marks. The only one that was really successful was the food coloring in shaving cream. The colors are very vibrant and only smeared the way the did because I rinsed off the shaving cream with water.

This was an EXTREMELY messy, annoying process for very little payoff. Most of them were totally unsuccessful, and the ones that were successful are mostly extremely faint. There's also a lot of white in the background and I'm not a person who enjoys white space. The shaving cream was messy, the inks and food coloring stained the countertops even when I wiped them immediately. Not fun and I will not be doing it again.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

September 11

I hate all of the things in the media about September 11 this year. I get it, it was ten years ago. Trust me, I haven't forgotten and neither have my uncles and cousins who are members of the NYPD and FDNY. We remember cousin Tommy, who didn't make it out. But all of this stuff, all of these pictures, the audio clips, the STUFF being shown and published again - it makes it feel like it's happening again. I hate it.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Recipe Cards

Kelly thought it would be a fun idea to have "recipe" cards so when we're not really in a creative mood, we pick one and do what it tells us to. I used digital scrapbooking paper from Ahhh Scrap's September collab Digi 101 and made them three inches by four inches.

This side is the recipe:

This is the back, so when I cut them out they'll be pretty: