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Friday, December 27, 2013

God is in the details


My friends at In Design Inc. do beautiful interior and event design. Much to my glee, they've called on me a few times to infuse a project with a shot of sandstromvassen. It's always fun, because they give guidance then kind of say, "Do what you do."

What I did recently was create little cards (pretty much precisely like the one above) to identify the various dishes on the banquet at a solstice party.

And I must say, couldn't you just go for a pistachio macaron or two right about now?

But back to Chris, Bret and Juliana at In Design. Beyond being grateful for the work, I'm grateful for the lesson they impart when they pay someone to create illustrated menu cards for an event. It's that no-detail-goes-unconsidered quality that separates artists from the rest of the pack. They're like Martha, only much nicer, and with better dogs.


Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Christmas from Roscoe and Me


Here was this year's Christmas card.
If you didn't get a real one from me in the mail and you'd like one, I'd be happy to send one.

In any case, have yourself a merry little Christmas.

xo
The Pen in Hand Staff

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Why the Artist In Your Life Is Sort of Crazy


This one would be a good one to see up close so you can read the text. You can do that by clicking the picture.

The thing about doing any kind of arts-related stuff, whether you're getting paid for the project or not, is that a lot of us really regard it as more or less equally important to neurosurgery and finding an alternative to burning fossil fuels.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

But It Works Like a Charm!


A few years ago, I sent our younger daughter, Lylah, out with my credit card and an idea of what she could buy her dad for Christmas. Our nice Rabbit corkscrew had recently bitten the dust. She could find a replacement at Williams Sonoma, I advised, and her father would love it.

She came back with an elaborate and very heavy box from Le Creuset. I believe it was lined with velveteen. It had this corkscrew in it, as well as a gizmo for removing the foil seal around the cork. The corkscrew itself is nothing to sneeze at; no arthritic old person could manage it. But once you have the hang of it, no corked bottle is safe.

It all seemed very elaborate, and it turns out that such fine machinery costs … $180. Lylah, of course, had no idea what a chi-chi corkscrew was supposed to cost (I had figured the Rabbit replacement would be about 50 bucks). But it was late, and the holiday was upon us, so we kept the corkscrew, and eventually we told Carlo just exactly how valuable the thing was. If we were going to own a $180 corkscrew, we were going to squeeze every bit of entertainment value from it.

Sunday, December 08, 2013

Your Terrible Correspondent


I used to be such a splendid little blogmistress, posting daily or every few days or at least weekly.
All I have for you by way of apologies is this alligator and a very short story.

When my children were young, my brother Eric told them he had an alligator living in his bathtub.
They believed him.
Part of them still does.
The end.

(Plot is like everything else; you get what you pay for.)

Coming soon, by the way, will be a blog on my favorite picture books of 2013.

Now go away and do something with yourself.