Images: (1) Rustic by DCT (2) Cocoa Rocha
So last week my two works collided, Fashion and Finance. At the end of the day I peered out my window into the park to see a man dressed in the most vibrant colors. What was he doing as he sat at the picnic table? Well, he was drawing fashion illustrations of course.
So you know he had to become a Rogue Illustration.This perfectly glorious peacock deserved to be drawn. I immediately picked up my pencil and did a quick sketch and made notations of all his little details. Then I could go home and make him as colorful and glorious as he appeared in the park.
Since I began my Rogue Illustration series I have been threatening to talk to the people I randomly draw. Can you guess what I actually did? On my way out the office I went down and introduced myself and showed him my quick sketch and got a sneak peep of his designs. Bashfully he shared what he called “doodles”. They were as colorful as he was. And of course I was so excited to actually
shake hands with hug a person I was intending to draw I forgot to check a few of the minor details I couldn’t suss from my office perch. Was there a yoke on the front of his gingham shirt? Did the pockets have flaps? etc. Oops! I did manage to realize he was wearing oxfords not loafers. So without further ado I would like to introduce you to Tyrone in his technicolor splendor.
The poem is a translation from the Turkish poem I Am Afraid (Korkuyorum)
Do you want an update on the shed? No! Well good, since it’s still lying unfinished about my back yard. I decided to hire my roommate’s son to build it for me and save myself the time and effort. (Please read lazy.) Unfortunately he called me Saturday morning to let me know he had gotten sick. So I prepped the back with a good weed whacking and then decided to wait until he was available. Perhaps this weekend!
As far as the quail drawings…well…they’re coming along but I am not nearly as excited as I was drawing the snails. Weird since I think snails are generally slimy. Did you know the newest trend in facials is snails? I seriously question people’s sanity these days.
To make matters worse I got a computer virus on Monday that took over my web browser. So I was computerless all week as they cleansed it. So you might guess that my design work has fallen to the wayside. Hard to complete the illustration for a Toile fabric design without Photoshop or Illustrator, scanner or printer.
So if you read my blog you know my day job is in finance. I often try to keep this part of my life separate from the creative side, such duality. Oddly yesterday afternoon my two worlds collided. Please make sure to check next week’s Rogue Illustration to see how.
Now, back to the day job and this weeks rant. Over the last 12 plus years I’ve noticed there is most definitely a trend of opening joint accounts with the husband’s name first, wife second. Like I said the world of finance is still old school in so many ways. I have a myriad of financial lectures for women and God Bless Suze Orman for giving a ton of them.
Anyway, whenever new clients come in, especially married couples, I open their joint account using the social security of whomever the money belongs to. As an example, one of my clients’ recently gifted money to his 9 children. All of them where married and decided to place it in joint accounts. (I’ll spare you this lecture). So I opened the joint accounts placing his children first, whether the daughter or the son, as is my standard way. However in the rare cases where the wife is indeed listed first my bosses always set up the client profile inside our systems listing the husband first anyway. Drives me crazy and constantly conflicts with the paperwork, how I set them up. Having just mailed out quarterly statements I was forced to reconcile the inconsistencies, the cover letter doesn’t match the label which doesn’t match the statements headings.
Then yesterday we brought on a new client. I was instructed to open a new joint account. Yes husband first, wife second. Go figure. Well guess what?! My bosses assumed wrong and I had to redo all the paperwork after they arrived. Hallelujah! This was one strong gal. I wonder if they will automatically make the same assumption next time… probably so. But as she so corrected them, women rule. She certainly made my day.
Blast from This Blogs Past
The Weekend Reading List
- Messy Gorgeous Process ~ Laurie from 27 Powers speaks of her teaching Aha!
- For Money or Passion? ~ The importance of putting making money first in your creative work.
- A Luxurious Travel Sanctuary – Haven in Paris ~ Just cause I’m dreaming of running away still and Paris is always on top of this list. Though I have a friend who swears by the Hotel du Champs de Mar. And this is where I plan to stay when I finally do get to Paris.
- When We Were Geese ~ Poem by Anis Mojgani.
- 7 Things You Should Do Today If You Were To Die Tomorrow ~ Self explanatory
You Raise Me Up- Josh Groban
Photoshoot for Vogue Japan April 2013
Model: Nadja Bender
Designer: McQueen, Chanel, Valentino
I think the midlife crisis has a bum rap perhaps since it is often associated with convertibles and younger woman, depression and reckless behaviors. But there is a lot to be said for assessing your life, achievements, dreams, career, work-life balance, romance, and health- physical as well as financial. Ultimately I believe it comes down to how you go about it, reflecting back on how well (or not) you have lived to this point. Much like one’s Saturn return, I think of it as cosmic weeding. Only in terms of the midlife crisis, at least one done healthfully, I think we should coin it the Reboot.
The questions set in. Is this all there is? We begin look at our lives, marriages, careers. Should I move? Am I happy in my marriage? How do I reinvent myself? And in the midst of this existential crisis we seek to confront the questions that guide us towards a different future.
For those of us on the outside or even in direct orbit of the seeker it can wreak havoc, seeming selfish, foolish and reckless. It may seem to arise out of the blue but more than likely these conflicting feelings, sense of dissatisfaction and frustration has been brewing deep inside over a period of time.
My ex-husband felt he needed a different life and leapt from his gut. He ran headlong in search of an answer. And found it! In hindsight he is able to identify the root of his dissatisfaction and I was able to hear it. This is a testament to our foundational friendship, a connection that will always remain, even though our marriage fell to the wayside in his search for long-term happiness.
Another friend recently made a similar jump off the proverbial cliff. He sold his house, quit his job and took off traveling in search of what he requires to find contentment. For him I wish the same success wherever it will appear for him. Whether full circle back to his life in Seattle or onto a new and grand adventure elsewhere. I admire these men greatly for the journey they take, for their willingness to want for more, for hitting reboot.
I am one of those people that regularly tears oneself open and roots around inside. Self-reflection is part of my daily life. So for all my talk of wanderlust and wanting to run away and start over somewhere else, start fresh, I realize I have a deeper desire. I require a reboot of my own.
Now I have learned that you can run, you can hide, but try as you might life will catch up with you. So relocation is not necessarily the answer. Not that I would turn down a fabulous invitation from the Universe to start over somewhere else. But I know there is no panacea for loneliness, no magic cure for loss, and no guarantees in life for success, love, happiness. So be cautious as you charge headlong into what you fear. Because you may let go of things you would prefer to hold on to.
As Michael J Fox so aptly warns,“However well you plan out your life, whatever courses you take, whatever degrees you get, your life is really going to get most interesting when it goes off the rails.” It may not even require a midlife crisis. The out of the blue, left turn, sudden change throwing you onto a new path. Divorce, not getting into the college you wanted, not having children etc., all the things that leave you feeling out of your comfort zone. So he says, “When it blows up and something happens that you didn’t expect . . . a loss, some misadventure . . . and if you’re open to what happens, and you don’t try to do something to change it and [instead] accept it for what it is, you’re going to learn something, and your life will improve.”
I have had many of these over the last five years and know that even when things seem their darkest, inside you lives a light that cannot be distinguished. Even if not another human being can see the embers of its glow it still exists. And in the darkest hour when all seems lost, remember where you’ve been, who you are, and all the things you dream to become.
More than likely your life will be fuller even if you can only see it in hindsight. So embrace this change in direction. Let it propel you forward and trust that you are meant to go in a different direction, challenge intimidation, stretch your limits, and seek life’s mysteries. Make each day an insatiable quest to ask questions. Don’t stop. Remember to laugh, Relax. Make mistakes, have adventures, inspire yourself, Love, Create, Live in the present. The only constant in life is you. So make sure to be comfortable with yourself. You only ever get one first. So make them count and hopefully you won’t need another reboot twenty years from now.