Gluten-free ginger biscotti with my organic vanilla latte.
Cuddles with Sid.
Random colorways in merino seacell fiber. Spins like butter. Yeah, I know. This shameless shop plug. New fiber @ urbangypz.com.
Gluten-free ginger biscotti with my organic vanilla latte.
Cuddles with Sid.
Random colorways in merino seacell fiber. Spins like butter. Yeah, I know. This shameless shop plug. New fiber @ urbangypz.com.

There is a guy at the table next to me here at the downtown coffee shop journaling. I guess I am journaling too, but he is doing it old skool, unplugged, pen to paper. A couple of months ago, I was doing the same thing every morning. Not on the computer (clearly, because that was a period barren of blog posts), but in a crappy note book. Morning Pages–I was doing them as an Artist’s Way exercise. The Artist’s Way by Julie Cameron developed a series of exercises to prevent creative blocks by helping you “live a creative life” and as opposed to forcing the creativity.
Twenty years as an art director I have lived through my share of creative dry spells. The part where she describes forcing creativity akin to slamming yourself against a wall hoping something brilliant will emerge….yeah I have been there. Ad campaigns under pressure 10pm over cold pizza with a copywriter hoping it will be good enough to save you from being voted off the island. I had never had a good idea when I was exhausted. And actually the best ideas came when I was freelance and able to relax, dog under my desk, able to take mental breaks between jobs. Often I was brought into an agency deadline in the 11th hour when the creative staff was fried. Refreshed, clear headed, ready to go and organized.
So I am just coming out of a creative dry spell. Thank god the ideas for colors and projects are overflowing. I have been waking up with ideas in my head, eager to tackle them. I am avoiding a few folks that always seem to sap my energy (oh the joys of twenty-something drama, not sure how I got sucked into that one), surrounding myself with more artist from the Asheville and online communities. And playing. Playing with colors and knitting samples.
The UrbanGypZ website should be going live any day now! I am tickled beyond belief and eager to get it into the marketing mix. Until then I am just pushing the yarn old skool.

I knew they were coming back. The water works had painted cryptic codes on my street the other week. I am thinking they are about to tear into some concrete. My water bill was suspiciously high this month. It could have a leak in the house, but more than likely the neighborhood is getting stuck with their leaks. I have heard stories. City of Asheville Water Works comes to you street, expect to pay for it regardless. So when the construction dude blocked my driveway with his big truck, I chewed him out. And sweet jezuz, please let there be water when I get home. I have a some dying to do TODAY!! Could they not have waited until next week when we were at the beach? GRRRRRR

True to form, mother nature has decided to threaten my trip to Folly Beach with a potential hurricane. At this point NOAA is not even calling it a tropical storm. Not even a tropical depression. It is just not organized enough. But if the storm indeed decides to get with the program, I am somewhat confident it will sling into the Gulf of Mexico and threaten my folks trip to Destin, since hurricane magnet seems to be my Dad’s gig.
Leaving in 4days…oh the yarn I will be packing…