re-inspiration


 

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There has been a freshness and newness that has taken over my hairdresser brain.  While merely months ago, I felt like this was the end, like it was time to quit and move on to something different…today I find my thoughts moving from idea to creative idea.  Ahhh!!  New-ness!  I feel like a beginner again, only a beginner with confidence and the desire to know more…to know all.  The possibilities really are endless.

A state of mania.

I worry that this inspiration and thirst to create will end as quickly as it has arrived…and so I must work tirelessly on keeping the ideas alive and in motion.  I must work on allowing one idea to feed into the next idea and to never let that fire die down.  I’ve got projects going on in the basement and sink and sketchbook.  I’ve got hair on the brain.  I’ve got art on the brain.

I am going to dive deep into this industry that I’ve been sort of hiding in for about 10 years.  I’ve never really wanted to put myself out there as a hairdresser before.  I’ve always secretly thought it was this fleeting thing…this day job…even though I do enjoy it immensely.  I want to take chances and enter contests and create wild images.  I want to lift up my salon.  I want to collaborate with other artists and push the boundaries of what beauty is…of what art could be.

Has it really taken 10 years for these two parallel careers to collide?  Have I really separated them that much in my head, knowing full well that they are supposed to work together?  It’s strange….

Let’s do this.

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Hair is art. Art is hair.


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I’m an artist.  I’m a hairdresser.  I’m proud of it.

After himming and hawing back and forth for my so-far 10 year career, I can say confidently that artist and hairdresser are one and the same.

There was a time that I thought one was better than the other….or that one meant something different.  I thought that one was ok to do for a while.  Maybe it’s because I learned more about ‘art’ and ‘artists’ first or maybe because of the stereotypes that sometimes ring true.  Artists are deep, pensive, and thought provoking, right?  Hairstylists are blonde, dramatic, and self-absorbed, right??  Are these true anymore?  Absolutely not.

I’ve never really talked about my job on my blog…or rather, my career.  I suppose I’ve only written about art and ideas and inspiration for creative projects.  I never quite wanted to overlap what I do with who I am.  See…the funny thing about being a hair dresser, beautician, hair designer, cosmetologist, barber, service provider, wonder woman…is that, for me, it is more artistic and creative than sitting alone with a painting…THAT is what makes it so difficult and painful at times.  It is a constant collaboration with the public and it is intense and extremely gratifying.

I take care of people while I’m on the clock.  I am a care-taker.  It doesn’t end when I clock out, however.

With the evolution of my place in this industry, I want to strive for more artistic insanity.  I want to make beautiful, terrible, simple, extravagant, frightening images.  I want people to say ‘what the fuck?‘ or ‘that’s pretty funny.’  I’m at a point in my career where I’m ready for change and challenge.

I thought I needed to completely change careers.  Certain events have proven that it isn’t time for that to happen.  I think what I really want is to explore all the education that I can and absorb the amazingness of this industry.  I’m at a place where I can do that.  I work for a wonderfully supportive salon.

I can put bread on a girl’s head and it’s hairdressing and it’s art.   Boom, mothafuckas.

Help me Do Cool Sh*t!


So I read a book in March.

Yep.

That’s how the story begins….or rather, I searched amazon for a book under the category Starting a Business for Dummies.

I’ve gone back and forth in my head for years and years about being a creative business owner.  But what kind?  But would I be good at it?  But I don’t know anything about businessy stuff!  Do people even buy art anymore? But would anyone even want what I want to offer?  Is this stupid?  Am I crazy? 

Yes.  Crazy.

The book that caught  my eye while scrolling down the results….in big bold letters DO COOL SH*T.  Huh, that sounds like what I want to do.  Let’s investigate further.

I read the rest of the title.  Do Cool Sh*t: Quit your Day Job, Start your Own Business, and Live Happily Ever After by Miki Agrawal. 

Why, that sounds interesting and right to the point…all the while thinking (oh my goodness, I would vomit if I quit my job and there’s no way I can truly be a business owner and have any sort of happy freedom).

At any rate, I ordered the book, read it in two days, became slightly obsessed with it, read everything on their website, and learned about a Do Cool Sh*t Bootcamp in New York where they teach tangible business skills to the flighty minds of the creative dreamer!  Wow!  I scribbled all my ideas down, tried to organize them and rewrite them to sound enticing…and I applied.  I applied thinking about the other thousands of people that have read the book and were applying…and I just kept it in the back of my mind.  I also put the dates of the bootcamp in my calendar to keep the positive vibes open.

And I was accepted!  What????

 

That video took me over 4 hours to make….yeah.  But you can help send me to learn all this cool shit!  Follow this link to my crowdfunding site!!

Thank you followers!  You’re spectacular!

 

 

Shunshine on my shouldersh…..


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Yes, I meant to write shunshine.

If you’ve been following this blog for any amount of time….you must know that I am always striving to find a balance between living a creative life, being responsible for my family, and trying to find the humor in things.

Shortly after my wonderful visit to San Diego, I admittedly fell into a loathsome darkness….where I felt like everything I was doing with my life was going in the wrong direction (which it wasn’t) and that I had to disappear to feel better (which I didn’t).  I was just going through the motions.  It was one of my worst winter seasons thus far…which leads me to:

Feeling Good!!!

Shortly after I started my tried and true vitamin and healthy eating routine, the darkness lifted (which I knew it would) and my thoughts became clearer and brighter and funnier and way more optimistic and creative!  For the curious ones out there, I take a B complex, Vitamin D, a Probiotic, and an Omega 3.  I would say within 2 days I felt better and within a week I felt like I was back to my old self.

Of course the light and sunshine and warmer weather help it all out.

I have found that some people chalk the sadness and guilt to being a creative person….that’s just they way of a creative mind…I’m not so sure.

My mind is more clear and fast when I’m not feeling blue….more like a light, sky blue and less like an angry, drab gray-blue.

Though shalt not wallow


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You never know what you’ll find in the bargain priced book section of Barnes and Noble!  From mandala coloring books to paleo cookbooks to this little self help gem…

It made me think about how so much of what we read nowadays is found online (ahem…this blog, for instance) yet the most amazing books, magazines, and knick knacks we find are because we wander and browse.  There is no one behind a computer across the country figuring out my browsing preferences and suggesting things through advertising.

The charm of a bookstore.  It’s the only comforting place within the bowels of February.  And even though it’s a large bookstore, not a cute little mom and pop book shop, it’s still a favorite.  My soon-to-be ten year old says to me as we left the bookstore the other day: I just love the bookstore.  I love the way it smells and how quiet it is and all the books. I just love it!

So I’m not wallowing about that.

I’m trying not to wallow at all…and although it is difficult because I am a pale skinned, vitamin D deficient, polar vortex inhabitant, I’m slowly coming to the surface like a little ice cube bobbing to the surface of a fruity rum drink.  What I wouldn’t give for a crisp margarita in some 75 degree sunshine.  Yes, to all you people that don’t live in cold climates, yes, there are some of us that do sink into a little gray, seasonal depressive, funk-ball.  It stinks.  But we’re not wallowing!!

You wouldn’t believe the amount of things we can accomplish when it’s 55 degrees and sunny, truly…but now it is wintertime….and we’re trapped in darkness.  Alas, there’s books to read and books to write and angsty emotions to convey through an insignificant little blog.  We are not wallowing though, thanks to the bargain priced books!

(I’ll have you know, I thought long and hard about purchasing that book and while I found it endearing and reasonably priced, I couldn’t pull the trigger…because that would mean that I actually was giving in to my wallowing.  I’m very un-constructive about my wallowing.  I will not give in!  I will not let it happen!  Sorry, little book, but thank you for being written…love you!)

Ah, yes, the obligatory birthday post


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Today is my birthday.  I am now 34.

I welcome my birthday much like people welcome the plague.  While I pretend to enjoy the new internal struggles of ‘oh fuck, now I’m 34 and still haven’t made any progress towards what I really want to do with my life,’ I also pretend to enjoy questions about myself and my birthday plans.  I deflect. 

It’s a strange thing…attention.  It makes me slightly uncomfortable when it’s something I don’t have any control over.  Birthday? I didn’t do anything to get praise for that.  It just happened one day.  It happened to my mom, mostly.  I may have been 10 pounds and it may have been painful. Work hard and try to make something of your life?  Meh…everyone does that, right?

I have no significant birthday plans.  It’s -5 degrees outside right now.  Plans? Really?  I’m wearing two scarves for crying out loud!  It’s a double scarf birthday!

As I reflect on my past year and sketch out a new framework for this coming 34th year, I try to remember all the things I used to want… the things that I told myself I wouldn’t forget to do when I got a little older. Maybe most of them are unachievable.  But maybe they’re not!  Good lord, I hope they’re not….

I’m sorry I’m posting your license plate online…


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Yes, I know it probably isn’t very cool to take a picture of someone’s license plate and post it on the internet for all to see….however, a plate like this is just begging for attention!  I was so intrigued by who might create such a clever personalized plate.

I mean, it’s D’Shizzit, right?  Maybe it’s Snoop-D-O-double G!

Or perhaps the driver Dishes it?  Like a lunchlady…or like a prosecuting attorney?

Maybe it’s about a thug robbing jewelry?  ‘Dis Heist!

I could’ve interpreted it all wrong….it could simply be a creative way of spelling Diseased.  That’s a shame.

First lights


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I’m officially one of ‘those’ people.  You know the type, they feel all festive and merry and put up their holiday lights before anyone else to show everyone on the block just how festive they are.  They even put up their lights before Thanksgiving!  Blasphemous!

I’ve never been one of those people.  But this year, I tell ya, I’ve had that holiday spirit thing for over 2 weeks now. 

My justification is that I have kids.  But in all honesty, I’m pretty sure I wrote a post roughly 2 years ago whining grinchily about the holiday season.  The kids existed then. Yeah, I wasn’t feeling it that year.  But last year I watched Home Alone at least 10 times and an assortment of other Christmas cheer movies probably every single day. The spirit crept up on me. This year it’s even worse. 

I even researched into the origins of Christmas so I felt a little less guilty about enjoying it and not being full blown Christian.  I find the spirit of Yule and winter solstice much more appealing.  I read about so many interesting regions and cultures celebrating the change of season in their own way.  I now have a potpurri of new holiday beliefs and traditions.

Saturnalia, you’re drunk…go home. 

So, yes, I put up our lights and I love them. I didn’t turn them on right away… for fear of being one of those people.  I planned on waiting until after Thanksgiving.  Thanksgiving deserves its day.  Then it snowed and everything changed.  Everything changed!  I mean, I just can’t resist now.  It’s like these lights are Skittles and I just can’t resist that sweet rainbow! I find snow illuminated with twinkly lights to be one of my favorite winter time things. 

Loving these shriveled pumpkins


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This guy isn’t ready to say goodbye quite yet. He’s hanging in there…looking more and more awesome and more and more like an old, one-eyed, grouchy woman every day.

Every day, I come home and look at him and think ‘maybe it’s time to clean up the Halloween decorations and pumpkins,’ but every day he/she gazes up at me and my laziness wins.  It wins a lot. 

It’s only been like 10 days since Halloween.  People leave Christmas decorations up until at least February.  They do, I’ve seen it with my own eyes.  And the stores put out holiday decorations over 60 days in advance!!

I think I’m allowed to keep this wonderful, shrivelly relic a few days longer.  The big fuzzy spiders too.  They’re good friends now. 

Until this forecasted polar vortex whooshes down on us again… then my grumpy pumpkin friend, left out in the cold, is probably going to slash my tires and put a potato in my tailpipe. 

Bring on the prize patrol


I have to tell you…I really want someone to come to my door with a huge check.

Yes, a giant check…and balloons…sticking a microphone in my face.  I want cameras to capture my hilarious surprised expression as I answer the door in my pink bathrobe.

I realized that in order to make this happen, I’ve got play some lotteries and enter in the dang sweepstakes!!  Publisher’s Clearing House, here I come!!

Is it a scam?  I’m not quite sure yet.  I did check on the website and read the official rules.  It does say ‘no purchase necessary to win’ and ‘purchasing does not increase chances of winning’. Perfect for me.

Did I? Why, yes, yes I did.  Yes I did download the pch app on my so-called smart phone so I can enter everyday.  Yes, I did.  I want that fucking prize patrol at my door!!

Do I feel a little bit like a loser? Yes…a loser that’s hoping to become a winner!