Hair - the long and short of it

I made an appointment to have my hair cut and coloured a couple weeks ago.  The appointment was to be for this coming Sunday and since my hair has been driving me just a tad (okay so a lot) crazy lately, the need was getting to the necessary point.

When my hair gets to about mid back, it does this strange morphing thing where it suddenly decides it has tons of body and wave.  Which, in my opinion just makes me look like I've stuck my finger in a live light socket and took it out about half way to an Annie afro.

So today, I take a snapshot that was supposed to be my "before" picture.  You all know the one it's the "Look at how horrible I looked before!"  Then you take the "after" photo and say "Look how much better I look now!"

Then I got that fateful call.  The stylist cancelled.  My first response is, of course "What the fuck!"  Then I breathe and calmly walk over to the drawer where the scissors reside, open the drawer and look longingly at the sharp blades that could so easily reduce my tangled locks into something oh so much more manageable.

Some unseen force smacks me on the back of the head and tells me to shut the drawer.  I listen.

Whew, that was a close one!  Manageable does not necessarily equal likable!

Unfortunately, I have to stick with looking like I belong in a nudist colony until I can make another appointment.

To anyone who knew me back in 1994 or has heard rumors of things past - you are not allowed to comment on the previous sentence.

And so I continue to be tormented by the scissors in the drawer and the words of affection my stringy, long curls are whispering to them.  They long to be together, but it would be such a short relationship; I think I'll keep them apart to prevent the heartbreak both would surely have to endure.

Yes, I need some sleep.  Even I can see that.  I always wax poetic when I'm a little overdue for some zzz's.  Bad poetic, at that!

So I do sincerely apologize for your bleeding eyes from the pain of reading this.  Yet, I do not go back and delete it. It belongs to my mild self-professed insanity and so it shall stay.

As a consolation, I shall give you this...

One of my newest Zazzle products: A poster of two women.

Together
This Print is available in many sizes and styles...click the link to find out more.

I hope you enjoy my latest work.

Until Next Time,
JessicaInSeattle

VicodinDreams

Well I did it. I took my medicine like the doctor told me to. The result was that I could think of not one thing to add to any of my three existing stores on Zazzle. Oh I had design ideas rolling around in my head, but they were literally psychedelic!

I had JessicaInSeattle, Onomonopia (yes I spelled it incorrectly intentionally), and Intimate_Design to choose from. None of the three matched what was going on in my head, however.

JessicaInSeattle is sort of a more wholesome store. It is the one I raise and donate money for breast cancer research.

Onomonopia was originally opened so I could have another store with a bit of an edge to it. I had someone else helping me out with it and it morphed into a mosh-posh of intensely unorganized hemp loving, poker playing travel products. I am still not sure what to do with it.from and I just couldn't put my psychedelic designs into that store. They wouldn't have matched the decor!

Intimate_Design is where I put my original art. But it is art that I have originally created with my own hands and may have been

digitally altered but they are not digital originals. And since creating art in the real world tends to take me a bit of time, I don't have a whole lot available in that store yet.

I needed a place to put the images of my pain killer induced thoughts and dreams. And that is exactly what I did...on the suggestion of a colleague of mine (although I think she was joking at the time). And thus was born VicodinDreams. A vastly fractal-like, acid trip suggestive spin unlike any art I have ever produced.

Looking back on it now in a sober state of mind, I actually really like it! I just hope to be able to continue to produce more art like it as ibuprofen is usually the strongest pill I swallow.

I hope you enjoy it as well! And feel free to follow me by clicking here: facebook or here: Twitter or scanning the QR Code below.

See you soon!

JessicaInSeattle

Vincent Van Carle?

I'm in a position financially that makes it impossible for me to pay for extracurricular classes for my kids at this time.

So of course, my nine year old son became very interested in an art workshop after seeing a flyer passed out at his school. Seventy dollars to teach a child about collages for one hour a week for five weeks seemed rather steep to me...even if I could afford it.

Being the ingenious mom that I am, I decided I would take it upon myself to play the role of teacher yet again and this time, teach art.

So, I did some studying (something all teachers should do), and I know that my son loves Vincent Van Gogh. He especially loves Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Asking a nine year old to recreate Starry Night would cause said nine year old much undue stress however since he is as much of, if not more than, a perfectionist with his art as I am.

Since the workshop was about collages, that gave me an idea. And I know of a very fun artist, that my kids also recognize...Eric Carle. You know, the author and illustrator of books such as The Very Hungry Caterpillar and Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? Well, all of Eric Carle's illustrations are in a unique collage form.

So, my son and I together are going to recreate Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night in the flavor of Eric Carle. We picked up a few art supplies last night and I shall have to post a picture of it upon it's completion.

Back to the Drawing Board

I knew it had been a long time since I picked up the tools of one of my all too many hobbies and put sharpened charcoal to paper to make an image existing in my minds eye appear on the page.

What I failed to realize, until calculating it all out, was that it has actually been four months! How has my pour soul survived for four months being trapped inside me with nary a day to be unleashed in the form of a sketch?

So what made today that day that I should pick up my pencils again? I happened upon a September 2010 issue of Vogue Magazine being given away to the first hand that should grab it in the lobby of my building. Something in me possessed me to grasp it tightly to my bosom and carry it swiftly to my kitchen counter where I proceeded to turn every page one-by-one pausing every few to rip from it's innards any photograph that caught my eye.

Page after page began piling up on my kitchen counter top and by the time I got to the last I'd torn twenty-four pages from within to use as ideas and model poses for sketches. I set myself up on my couch with my special pencils, my charcoal, my kneading eraser and my smudgers that I keep in an old cigar box. I propped up a page with a photograph of a young woman standing nude and pictured from the hip up. I drew a nude woman from the mid thigh up as you can see.

It didn't turn out well but it isn't my worst work and it's still a work in progress so I can still tinker with it but overall, after taking a four month hiatus, I'm feeling rather satisfied to be back at my drawing board again.

And I've noticed I'm also back to blogging as well.

I'll tell you all later what has suddenly produced such copious amounts of free time in my world. I'm using it well I do believe!