Overheard in the dressing room of my ballet studio today were several long-married women describing Valentines cards they used to give to their husbands. Very romantic, lovey-dovey, dripping with hearts and desire. And now, it’s more like – “please honey, pick up your dirty laundry.” That sent me into the weekend with a sigh of relief. Sending you all love.
Valentines Day Cake by Lucas Zarebinski
I have a friend, a dapper dresser, who often mixes plaid with herringbone. I admire that. My instincts aren’t matchy-matchy, e.g. brown and black, no problem. I’m less certain when it comes to patterns. How willing are you to go out on a limb with your prints?
Wonderplant by Sarah Illenberger
This year, I had tepid interest in the Super Bowl and mostly as a cultural event. But Beyoncé was worth the price of admission. I’ve watched her Formation video so many times since yesterday (along with tens of millions of others). It’s stunning. It inspires me to action. It takes my breath away.
The way I organize my projects is with 3-ring binders. On the front cover where there’s a plastic sleeve, I stick in some artwork that references the project’s theme. Years ago, I bought myself a sturdy 3-hole puncher, so it’s easy to file things in the binder. I love this puncher, and use it daily. And don’t get me started on post-its. They are everything. What’s your favorite supply?
Post-if Aesthetics by Adam Hillman
I know it’s unwise to get enraged about things you can’t control. But here goes. It makes me livid when people walk on crowded sidewalks, or even worse, across major intersections, with their faces glued to their phones. I’m madly in love with my technology. Yet I don’t understand the mass oblivion when interacting in busy, public spaces. It’s hazardous. Please, someone, explain this to me.
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