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HEIA EXPLAINS CREATIVITY
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Dingbats
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Camp, part 2
My camp girls are so cute. Tonight we made a banner to hang in front of our cabin. All the girls were so excited when I showed them what we could do. Even though they were apprehensive, and most of them felt their art skills were seriously lacking, their banner turned out perfectly. In fact, I heard a few of them excitedly say something like: this-is-way-better-than-last-year's! It made me remember what I felt while I was preparing for my own girls camp -- excited!
All the girls are fun, enthusiastic and of course, so beautiful. I definitely can't wait to get to know them more through this whole experience!
All the girls are fun, enthusiastic and of course, so beautiful. I definitely can't wait to get to know them more through this whole experience!
Melanie, Angela, Danielle and Mandie cutting out the freezer paper stencil for the banner.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Artsy Kind of Day
Last year I was the photo editor for one of my college's magazine. The designers recently finished the design for the most recent edition and my photo was on the cover. I saw it today and felt quite proud.
With graduation coming up, I thought I'd design my own graduation announcement (which took forever, by the way). The plan is to get them printed on postcards and send them out to friends and family...
Check out the magazine online here. |
Thursday, March 17, 2011
I'mma get me a edumacation
The journalist in me had a field day on this. I'm a little surprised Northwestern can't hire an intern to proofread their website.
Anyone else spot it?
Always,
Anyone else spot it?
Always,
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Of George Washington, Tsunamis & Fashion
When I got to work on Friday morning the last place I wanted to be was there. For whatever reason, I was in a not-so-good mood. It got a little better when I found a stack of letters from the second-graders at All Saints Episcopal School.
Definitely made my morning.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Progress
By the time the holidays were over this year, my weight had seriously gotten out of hand, and to say the least, my jeans were hardly squeezing on.
I'm happy to announce that since then, I have lost an inch on my waist and an inch on my hips. Strangely, no inches were lost on my thighs, bust or arms. And of course, I wish it were more than just an inch. But hey, I can't complain. Progress is progress.
Speaking of which, check out my drawing...also a work in progress.
I'm happy to announce that since then, I have lost an inch on my waist and an inch on my hips. Strangely, no inches were lost on my thighs, bust or arms. And of course, I wish it were more than just an inch. But hey, I can't complain. Progress is progress.
Speaking of which, check out my drawing...also a work in progress.
It's gonna be awesome. Promise.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
FBI...but seriously
Have you heard of the terrorist in Lubbock?
Well yesterday in art class I was trying to get on the internet on my laptop...
I guess the FBI are still in town.
Always,
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Never Seems Closer
When I was in the fifth grade I sat next to a girl who would soon become one of my best friends. Dana has always been unapologetic about her passions, and I quickly found friendship in her quirky, drama-kid personality. By seventh grade, Dana and I could be found singing showtunes to ourselves in the hallways and she invited me to do a musical, Meet Me In St. Louis, with her at the community theater. One Christmas I drew Dana a picture of an angel, and she proudly told me that someday, when I was a famous artist, she would boast at having the original of originals of my work. Without knowing it, kid-Dana, in typical drama-kid fashion, not-so-quietly encouraged me to be myself.
On the first day of high school in my first class I met Taylor. We nervously introduced ourselves in Spanish class, and later, when we found each other in the same Algebra class before lunch, we agreed eating lunch together was the best plan of attack. We sat in the hallway outside the cafeteria, too scared to face all the other students, and quietly ate our sack lunches. On the last day of high school, we ate lunch together again. In those four years, we would cheer each other on through every life pursuit, and ultimately would watch each other grow from meek freshmen girls to head-strong, brave college women. Throughout it all, Tay constantly reminded me it is possible to be both driven, independent, and intelligent as well as faithful and God-fearing.
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