Every year, from May through August, I say, with conviction, that I am a “summer girl” who thrives on sunshine and never wants to give up afternoons spent lying barefoot in the grass, sipping on ice cold cider in a summer dress.
Then, fall comes, and I excitedly swap out my sandals for riding boots, become BFFs with my slow cooker once more, and find nothing more enjoyable than curling up with my cat on the sofa while the pitter patter of rain makes music with apartment’s window sills. Like that, I realize how much I love navy blue sweaters and infinity scarves, and how amazing it feels to come home and crawl into sweat pants. I drop my love of summer like a graduating high school senior leaving his junior girlfriend at home and quickly embracing Thursday night fraternity parties and co-ed dorms.
I have a feeling I’m going to crush hard on the fall season this year. I excitedly mocked up Thanksgiving invites this morning without being totally sure that I’ll be the one hosting dinner this year, and I’m dying to make this leaf garland from Love Paper Paint.
The only time I ever consider not living in a big city is while I’m in New Mexico. Little rivals the beauty of a Santa Fe sunset, and there is nothing like standing below massive blue skies in the middle of nowhere.
Unfortunate circumstances brought me back home to this beautiful place this past weekend, but I’m thankful to have returned feeling cleansed, rejuvenated and thankful.
This Rumi quote has been stuck in my mind lately, and with so many new beginnings in my world right now, it felt to play around with watercolor effects in Adobe Illustrator and create something inspirational to hang in my home office.
I grew up with a purple crayon in my hand. Literally. Just ask my mom about the time I scribbled added my artistic point of view all over our brand new washing machine…and sofa set…and anything else I could get my hands on.
I was that kid in school who, whenever we had the opportunity to do non-conventional book reports, came into class with a massive graphic poster I had slaved over for weeks, magic marker stains still fresh on my fingertips.
I had my own comic strip series by age 7, was the appointed class caricature artist throughout all of elementary school and nearly cut my finger off with an X-ACTO knife while mounting my final graphic design project during my junior year of college.
Sadly, over the last few years adulthood has set in (*womp womp*) and I’ve spent an increasing amount of time analyzing email campaign open rates and less time drawing – and I’m worried my creativity and idealism has suffered because of it. So, I’m trying to change that by doodling for at least a few minutes each day and sharing more of my artwork with the world. Expect more doodles, probably with a focus on the things I love (food, the outdoors, exercise, furry friends and food), but who knows where this may take me. All I can say is, I’m excited to have picked up my purple crayon again.