Tag: creativity

It’s a website!

I’ve been wanting to do a landscaping post, but we’ve had a much-needed rain the last few days and the ground is too squishy. Plus, the neighbor’s cat brought us a present last night and laid it on the hill behind our house. It was quite the housewarming gift.

It was a dead rat.

I’ve showered three times since finding it.

Then I made Derek shower six times after taking it away.*

Meanwhile, I’ve been busy inside. Those of you who know me know I pop out websites the way the Duggars pop out babies. My latest is for the newest incarnation of my business, in which I now have an official business name, license, and all the things I should have done a long time ago, but didn’t, because I never thought I’d still be doing this nine years later.

Here’s a sneak peek:

I used the Genesis framework from Copyblogger, and considering that the guy who runs Copyblogger is a writer like me, I figured there would be a lot of point and click areas in the back end that would make the design easy-peasy.

Nope. This guy is a codester. I lost the website trying to mess in the code, and ended up with a big to-do list for Derek so that wouldn’t happen again.

Now that it’s set up, I’m very happy with the design. The theme is mobile-responsive, which means no matter what device you view the site on, the text, graphics, menu, and sidebar “respond” to the size by optimizing themselves. Pretty sweet. Even my slider on the homepage is mobile responsive.

I always tell Derek if this pastor thing doesn’t work out, he can go into business with me. Between his web talent and my writing skills, we’d make a great team. I hope that never, ever happens since it would probably mean that the Synod, our immediate church, or Derek himself imploded, but it’s nice to know we could, if we had to. Meanwhile, I’ll enjoy the free labor in my own house. Thanks, D.

 

* Full disclosure: I actually just washed my hands raw, begged Derek to not do anything with it until after dinner, then sighed in relief when he went in and voluntarily showered after taking it to the curb so I wouldn’t have to avoid touching him for the rest of our lives.

Inspiration

I finally came up with a design for my small outdoor table mosaic. I started with a fleur-de-lis, a symbol I’ve always liked (in Christian circles it can symbolize the Trinity, though it has other meanings throughout history). Then I went to the web and found some cool patterns. Check them out on my Pinterest board.

[Pinterest side note: I did it. I came over to the time-sucking dark side, but only because I wanted a place to put all my home improvement pictures. About 30 seconds after I joined, I had dozens of notification emails in my inbox saying so-and-so had repinned my picture, etc. Gah! I unsubscribed from all that and am trying not to spend my precious computer time drooling over the photos on there.]

Derek liked the fireplace insert the best. I liked it, too, but liked the diamond/argyle sweater pattern with the fleur-de-lis better. Here’s my pattern, scaled down to 8 x 10:

I took the time to show Kate, who hates math and thinks it has no real-world application, how I scaled down the table and then measured out the diamonds using…math. She was not impressed, but I hope it sinks in some day.

I’m not sure yet what the white squares will be…white tiles? I also might try to find black and white patterned tiles instead of the plain black for the fleur-de-lis…any input?

If we buy the house we’re seriously looking at, we’ll have a screened-in porch. Our current “family room” (aka piano/toy/coat/shoe area) has an outdoor rug in it, so we’ll move that to the porch and it will complement the table.

(Photo stolen from professional photographer house pics so I didn’t have to take my own.)

 

Love me some fonts

I’m working on a redesign for my writer’s website this week. The design is outdated, and I need to revamp the content so it focuses more on my marketing communications writing instead of my magazine work. I was going to just slough it off and go to law school and forget about it, but now that I’m not going (at least for now) this project is like a little bandaid, because I do love a good website redesign.

I found an awesome template, too. See?

Now I’m trying to pick a font for my name/logo on the top of the site. Have you ever read KevinandAmanda? It’s a blog by this crafting/scrapbooking girl, and she takes people’s handwriting and turns them into fonts. I’ve downloaded all…ahem…300 or so. I could spend all day playing with these.

They are all so stinkin’ cute. And these are some of the more “serious” fonts!

I dare you to download them. Double dog dare, even.

Look what I made, Ma! (Part 3)

Remember when I first posted about making mosaics, and the first set of tiles I ordered weren’t quite right? My mom decided to peek at her present, and she emailed me to say she really likes those gold tiles. I tried to talk her out of it, but she said orange isn’t her color (guess she wouldn’t fit in around these parts…go Big Orange).

They say mothers are always right. The gold, and the varied blue tones on the “counter” underneath the wine glass, turned out nicely.

The gold tiles are actually clear glass, with a gold-and-black foil glued to the bottom. It gives them a depth and interest you may not be able to see in the picture. For me, it was nice to work on the same pattern but with a different set of and size of tiles, and Derek and I agreed that the smaller tiles make a more detailed overall picture (in his computer-geek fashion, he called it “less pixelated”).

My next project is going to be doing a mosaic for our “outdoor” table on which the wood rotted the first season on our porch. Now I just need to come up with a pattern, and that’s where I flounder. Mom? Mom?

Art in a box

We’ve had a tough week in our house. Tuesday night, Jonathan was up throwing up about every ten minutes. It takes both parents when a baby is barfing–one to change and cuddle the kid, and the other to change the sheets. This went on a few times (and about 4 sheets!) before we figured out it wasn’t tapering off, and I spent the rest of the night either cuddling him, getting him back to bed, cleaning him up, or lying awake worrying about him getting too dehydrated.

Thursday afternoon, I came down with it, and a few hours later, Sophia’s tummy hurt. Uh, oh. We weathered the stomach virus storm and worried about Christmas. Derek was scheduled to preach Christmas Eve, and we had company coming for Christmas Day dinner after church. I told him, “Worst case scenario, you get sick right before church on Saturday, and we have to cancel dinner Sunday.” We agreed that would never happen.

Guess what? Yep. Literally ten minutes before church began, Derek went down for the count. The other pastor (who, thankfully, is an excellent preacher) pulled a sermon out of his hat with no time to prepare. And I cancelled dinner.

The only upside, for the girls at least, is they didn’t have to wait all afternoon on Christmas to open their presents. They got to do it right after church.

But back to Thursday. As part of their Christmas gift, I signed the girls up to do a piece of art at a new place in town called Spirited Art. It’s a girlie place where you sign up for a class with your girlfriends and bring wine and have a grand time, which I’d love to do except (a) my friends are all pregnant and (b) one of them is married to a world-class artist, so, well, I just can’t see her going for it and hanging up her “art” in their house. But my girls, they were excited.

The class was on Gerber daisies. I figured it couldn’t be that hard.

They were doing a great job. Even Sophia was concentrating hard.

…when she wasn’t clowning around.

Kate was a serious little Rembrandt.

All finished! (What you don’t see: me texting Derek to say I feel terrible. This was about an hour before my stomach flu kicked in.)

The group picture, notable because the instructor told the girls to make a silly face and turn their paintings around. Sophia took her literally. That’s my girl.

Proud mom checking in

Kate started piano lessons in September, and she’s doing very well. We went to a party/recital at her teacher’s house last night, and I got to record her big debut. (What you don’t see here is Jonathan brandishing the fire poker, stealing other kids’ food, and taking away a little girl’s wheelchair. You also don’t see Sophia tossing her cookies in the car on the way home. Just my beautiful, poised Kate playing her first piano recital, accompanied by her teacher, who manages to save a falling lamp mid-recital. She has four kids and knows how to multitask.)

This is me today.

“Yesterday was my Birth Day,” Coleridge wrote in his notebook in 1804, when he was thirty-two. “So completely has a whole year passed, with scarcely the fruits of a month.—O Sorrow and Shame. . . . I have done nothing!”

I do feel compelled to share this link from my procrastination: The 30 Harshest Author-on-Author Insults in History.

This one is pretty good:

20. Vladimir Nabokov on Joseph Conrad

“I cannot abide Conrad’s souvenir shop style and bottled ships and shell necklaces of romanticist cliches.”

And these:

15. William Faulkner on Ernest Hemingway

“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”

14. Ernest Hemingway on William Faulkner

“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”

And this:

12. Oscar Wilde on Alexander Pope

“There are two ways of disliking poetry; one way is to dislike it, the other is to read Pope.”

And just one more, because Mark Twain is so funny and Jane Austen so demure:

4. Mark Twain on Jane Austen (1898)

“I haven’t any right to criticize books, and I don’t do it except when I hate them. I often want to criticize Jane Austen, but her books madden me so that I can’t conceal my frenzy from the reader; and therefore I have to stop every time I begin. Every time I read ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ I want to dig her up and hit her over the skull with her own shin-bone.”

Look what I made, Ma! (Part 2)

It turns out grouting is not as bad as I feared.

My mosaic turned out pretty darn well if I do say so myself:

But I’m jumping ahead. Let’s walk through the process. First, I mixed (way too much) grout.

Then I dolloped a few spoonfuls onto the tiles and tried not to panic.

I spread it around, pushing it down into the cracks with a special rubber paddle thingy. It was during this step that my heart palpitations quit and I realized it was all going to come together.

Behold, the grout is in. After all the cracks were filled, I scraped off the excess and waited two hours.

Then I cleaned it with a slightly-damp sponge and needled a toothpick around in areas where grout had caked up.

Forty-eight hours later, when the grout was completely dry, I sealed it with a grout sealer. Done!

Now I’ve got two more trays to go…before Christmas. The countdown begins. Derek wants, some day, to do liturgical mosaics, so I generously offered to show him the ropes and make him my apprentice this month. :)

I can’t craft, but…look what I made, ma!

DeAnn got me thinking in her comment about people who can craft and say they can’t (why? Perhaps they don’t have the time or patience, and saying “I’m not crafty” is a good excuse for not doing it) versus people who can’t craft and say so.

I’m definitely in the latter camp. My problem is a lack of unfettered creativity. I think most crafts require a good eye for design and form, and I’m all function–How does it work? Can I put the pieces together? I never was good at starting from scratch. I love looking at and enjoying things other people have crafted, but darned if I can come up with fantabulous Etsy-worthy ideas myself.

But my sister challenged all of us to do crafts for Christmas this year. I’ve wanted to learn how to do mosaic tiling ever since I wrote a story about it for Cooking Light back in 2007, so I decided to just go for it.

The thing about mosaics is that they are mostly function. By that I mean, once you have a design, the rest is mostly process. That’s a craft I can get behind.

****Mom, Sarah, and Trina: if you don’t want to ruin your Christmas surprise, stop reading. Pics to follow.****

First, I made a pattern and traced it onto my trays. (This was the hardest part…see NOT CREATIVE, above.) I kept it really simple so I wouldn’t get overwhelmed with my first stab at mosaics.

I used graphite transfer paper.

Next, I painted the trays. I wasn’t sure whether to do this step first (to avoid getting paint on the mosaic) or last (to avoid getting grout on the paint). I did it first. The results aren’t in yet as to whether that was a good idea.

I ordered a bunch of tiles online.

And laid them out on the tray.

But I didn’t really like those gold-black tiles much. They looked better on my computer screen. Let’s try this again:

Much better. Next, I started work cutting and gluing the tiles. This first tray took weeks because I would do a little section at a time whenever Jonathan and I went down to do laundry. After about 10 minutes, he starts pulling cords, getting into my wine rack, and climbing the stairs, so I have to give it up until the next day.

Finally, all the tiles are glued in.

Now it’s time to grout. I’ve never grouted anything before, and I’m scared that I’ll ruin the whole thing. (Mommy!)

TO BE CONTINUED….