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I’ve written about this before: Normal people, when planning their wedding, don’t think of making a logo for said wedding.
Those same normal people, after that wedding, don’t find the need to change their own personal logo to reflect their new last name.
Wedding. Honeymoon. Editorial cartoons. A weekly stepmomming column. Illustrations for said column. Designer of the Year. Custom illustration commission.
There’s been whole a lot of art things (and non-art things) happening, alongside a whole lot of slacking. I’ll try to write in here some more, if for no other reason than to vent and focus my art-related thoughts. Which I guess boil down to primarily this: If I could spend all my time traveling, and illustrating, I’d be quite happy.
The wedding happened. Leading up to it, I was excited, but also a little scared. What would my fiance’s kids do?
I have a bad habit of buying stuff that I never end up using. Clothes. Gadgets. Rosetta Stone Spanish (I’ll get to that SOMEDAY Jessie! Promise!).
And a set of bamboo ink brushes. I got them sometime during my senior year of college.
That was seven years ago.
All this time, those brushes have sat, still in the packaging, in my art drawer. They moved with me from my parents’ house, to my first apartment, to my boyfriend’s house, to the apartment I now share with that then-boyfriend, now-fiance, almost-husband.
Marriage is supposed to be forever.
The paper materials that go with it, however, are not.
Despite all the fancy stock, foil accents and die-cut edges that go into the invitations and other papery things, realistically the stuff just ends up in the trash, ya know?
So when my friend Linda found a brand-new box of wedding stationary at a thrift store for a glorious $13, I happily walked that sucker down the aisle (…#sorrynotsorry) to the register.
When we got engaged, I mocked the general cost of a wedding.
Who’s stupid enough to spend so much on a single day? I said.
…A few months later…
That frustrates me to nooooo end. (Ask anyone who talked to a very tearful me yesterday.) BUT. I’m trying to remember something. The best parts of this whole shindig, have absolutely nothing to do with the dollars, so the dollars aren’t worth stressing over.