Sep 13 2007


Morning-After-Storm Sky
Originally uploaded by Miss Placed

I’m learning a lot of really neat new things at work now including Illustrator, Photoshop, InDesign, and marketing, proposal writing, and business development strategies. I have so many new books I feel like I’m in college again, which is good and bad.

Anyway, I was doing some of the Photoshop exercises and found how to do panoramas. THEN I remembered that I had taken some shots of the sky the day that we left for vacation but hadn’t really done anything with them. YAY! Photoshop project!

The sky really and truly looked like this, only it was more impressive in real life. It was storm clouds on one side and sunny blue skies on the other, all in a rather small space (relatively, anyway). I’d seen stuff like this in the Midwest, but never out here in the mountains.

Sep 13 2007


ARRR! Where�s me grog, wench?

Cole and I will be performing at Joust at the end of the month (with my dance troupe- not on our own, of course). I always have mixed feelings about these kinds of events. On one hand, I think it’s a lot of fun to dress up and be around other people who are into it. On the other hand, I can’t STAND the people who get SO into it and take it SO seriously. Listen! Let’s all just keep in mind that we actually do live in the 21st century, that we are just trying to have a little fun, and as much as you maybe don’t like your normal life, I bet you like it A LOT better than you would like living in the dark ages! So how about not giving me a hard time about a fucking sippy-cup? Okay?!

But anyway, despite all of that, I do usually have a good time. And as much as I LOVE dressing myself up, I love dressing Cole up even more. So last night I made him a kilt. It’s not quite finished yet (I still have to put on the TOTALLY HISTORICALLY ACCURATE Velcro), but I safety pinned it on him just to make sure I got the measurements right last night. Do you know the first thing he did? He LIFTED it to show me his diaper! It was freakin hilarious. I’m slightly tempted to leave him nudie-butted during fair (y’know- to be historically accurate), but I think I’d probably be the only one who would appreciate that. Plus, the cleanup would be a nightmare. Maybe I’ll just tie a blue ribbon around his diaper.

(As soon as I finish the hat, shirt, and sporran, I’ll take pictures.)