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This is my desk on "work".
I've been watching a lot of PSAs lately as I'm studying to get my permit. At 28 I figure it's probably time to learn to drive.
On the fateful day I invented 'Baby Mermaids' the brilliant Sandra Gaddis and I were running on sleeplessness, giggles and hot tea. Apparently this is the exact mix I need for pure genius. It's been years since the spark that made Baby Mermaids, and nothing as creatively spectacular or clarifying has happened to me since, until....
What we will call THE PERFECT STORM (which happened today) I had a semi-lame but acceptable blog post ready to roll and scheduled to go live. I planned to be in bed hours ago, but this PERFECT STORM must be shared, and shared with you now on the evening of its birth.
On Sunday night my friend Sam brought me these.
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING MORE ENCHANTING?
(Incidentally if it's years since this post has happened and my future husband is reading the archives of this blog in our penthouse apartment across from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I want you to know I never expect these blooms to be topped, so no pressure)
At one point this rainbow bouquet must have been a bunch of white roses. It seems they were somehow magically dyed to become rainbow blooms. They have been in a place of honor on the windowsill since the fateful day they were delivered. This afternoon after days of not sleeping and pushing myself too hard between job-job and licensing clients and follow up from Surtex (it feels like months since I've had a weekend) AKA PERFECT STORM... I panicked in a way that only happens when you are delusional from not sleeping. What if they were getting too much sun?! I picked them up and moved them to the kitchen table out of the harm of gama sun rays.
In the process one perfect petal fell from its rose and in theatrical Beauty and the Beast style floated to the table....
I was instantly devastated, proof that I need to go to bed. BUT THEN, my eyes did that criss-crossy thing that they do when you are looking at a magic eye poster or smoking crack ;)
In fast non-thinking trans like motions I started tearing petals. One after another.
At 8:00PM - prior to the next creative chapter in my life, my workdesk looked like this.
It's obvious what we're looking at here, right?
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RIGHT?
OK, if you can't see them, maybe you're a healthy girl who goes to bed and remembers to eat ;)
They're fairy wings!!!
In homage to the masses of UK followers we have here, I thought they would start out sharing a spot of tea. As in, "would you care to join me for a cup of tea?"
They weren't working out exactly the way I had imagined in the moment that I'd cannibalized my bouquet of beauty. Exhausted and blurry eyed I crawled to the kitchen, driven by the power of suggestion to brew a cup of Earl Grey...
PERFECT STORM!
It's going to be hard to sit through job-job all day. I've got fairies to develop! Funny how we're only tired until we're lit up with an idea.
Now spit-spot - Off to Julia's to peek at all the other desks,
you know, the ones that aren't presided over by sleep starved idiots ;)
SO? We have these girlies sharing a cuppa hot tea.
What else do you think Photo Fairies do? I think they go to the beach, for sure.
The thing that first attracted me to the twitter culture was the funny fan art birds that show up on people's websites. I love that this logo lends itself to wide artist interpretation.
I thrill when I find a unique Twitter Bird. 
In the end our logo stayed and I was labeled "hypocrite".
Sad thing is -- I've been meaning to get a little twitter bird done in She Sure is Sketchy style for quite some time. This is so I have a comeback next time. Take that! boys!!! Haha.
When I got back, invigorated by the natural healing water that's pumped in from Yellowstone, and overcome with euphoria -- I opened a suspicious file in my backup drive.
A swim in steaming purified spring water followed closely with the blinding bliss caused by a Snuggie, Tracy Champman and a toasted Idaho Spud can do that to you - make you crazy enough to open a folder labeled: 'Scans_Fall 2001' 
Apparently I used to draw in my teens too. 
Looking at the vast majority of these old bits of me, several themes are evident. 
Still going through velvet-poster-collection detox - unicorns were big. 
Real big.
I came across a plethora of weird cartoony-pain/torture-drawings - 
these are two of the 'real keepers'.
I guess I was nineteen and into boys who cut themselves, so um... yeah....
This effect was accomplished with sharpie on napkin after a particularly loving moment in which Adam brought me a flower. It actually captures him pretty well.
Luckily, my tastes have changed post apocalyptic straight-edge punk.
Shallow. So Shallow.
This lovely Sunday morning found me looking at this strainer of citrus on my kitchen table.
Half way through squeezing these babies I abandoned them and reached for my watercolors. 
I know that old adage. I'm the exception. Hand me lemons and I'll make some surface design.
Summer+Homemade Lemonade+Sunday+Watercolors = Bliss
Tonight while streamlining my office I unearthed this old everything book - Circa 2007 
These designs were all tossed aside as 'meh.' Something about them make me happy now though, two years later. So I'll develop them and use them to wow my clients.
I also like going through my old everything books because they help me ready my answer when people ask me "Have you always been so cool?" 
After looking back at past me with future me eyes I can quickly answer,
Now I'll turn these old sketches into current, hip, sassy, sexy, sweet bits of sought after design.
But first to bed.
Here are a few concepts I'm children's booking with a writing partner. You know 
