chicago by way of flint, michigan. practicing design and everything else on the side.
me and my stuff
i post photos here
i also run a cassette label with my partner
i have done nothing productive for days and days, unless smoking pot/sleeping/trekking to work/making love/letting the internet make me sad is considered productive. i had a preliminary review of my portfolio last week—which more or less means that i threw every decent/salvageable piece of work from the last four years into a huge bag to be rifled through by my professor. it was also an excuse to vocalize my battles with “design” as a commercial enterprise, through which i found a kindred spirit in my prof zach. ”making ends meet” by way of design is not something that i inherently want to do—and for this i know that i could very well be cast-off into barista-ville forever. all things considered (grad school/becoming a teacher/love of print & publication/residency programs/self-sufficiency/desire to do good/wanderlust/fear of competition/running away to work on a farm/missing my mom/pining over lack of community), i am even more apprehensive about how to begin my post-college undertakings. starting a cassette label with nathan seems like a positive step. putting a zine together seems long overdue. print/bookmaking seems natural. getting a foot-in-the-door job seems reasonable. as always, it’s the “beginning” that is most intimidating. i don’t know if it’s awesome or terrible that i am plan-less for the first time in eight years.
#GPOY
i take more “mental health” days than anyone i know. skipping school to partake in the following:
- sleeping in and having an all-out-morning-love-fest with my partner
- plucking the few stray blonde hairs from my measly eyebrows
- trimming a few centimeters off of my bangs
- walking to my favorite thrift stores
- purchasing an external hard drive (because yeah, my hard drive is a lot overloaded) and a point and shoot camera for my dearest mom (because yeah, she wants to learn more about photography and it’ll make for an easy start)
- eating something delicious (which, let’s face it, means a belly dog)
- brainstorming/conceptualizing projects and prints
- practicing my dance moves in front of the mirror
- writing a letter
- making lists
- et. al.
happy wednesday.
#GPOYmy hair is so stupidly dirty. i want to show you what it can do. also, someone train my fingers to give a pretty bird.
#GPOY #i am poor hygiene incarnate
i wore a floor length, black velvet, rose-patterned, skin tight dress on my twenty first birthday. do not be shocked if i start a dumb dumb fashion blog soon, there are too many pretty things in my closet dying to worm their way onto the internet. also, my effort to buy 99% of what i own secondhand pays off AND I WANT TO SHOW YA’LL THAT YOU CAN FIND COOL STUFF ON THE CHEAP.
#GPOY
sometimes it gets tiring to be told that you’re “interesting looking.” but then again, there is a very quiet beauty in it, i guess. i don’t cultivate my beauty, not often, never over-indulging in the mirror. but i have learned to appreciate the dimples, my doughy flesh, my wide and strange face. i am happy to be older, to be able to love myself AS myself, to embrace the way i’m shaped. i don’t feel like a little girl any more, in the best best way.
#GPOY #self-love
things that i am looking forward to:
- the end of this no good very awful semester. i’m ready to sleep again. i’m ready for my brain to function normally again.
- the NWC staff christmas party. whirly ball, an open bar, and my insane coworkers. sounds like trouble.
- making christmas gifts for the people that i love/sucking up to the people that i love after being an antisocial haze of a person for the past three months.
- spending new years in flint, and kissing jessica instead of nathan at midnight for the second year in a row.
