{Also known as I get lost in pretty design when I’m crabby, but we’re getting to that…}
That’s one of my scariest crazy-faces. That’s probably why Dee looks like that.
Lindsay of Linz Loves You wasn’t my only companion to the Dwell on Design exhibition.
{But she did have the biggest knockers of all my companions. And a Berkeley degree…blah blah blah…BAZOOMS!}
I don’t know what is up with me lately but all kinds of things are rubbing me wrong. ALL KINDS OF THINGS. And…well…it’s been not my favorite week of not my favorite year but sometimes stories just aren’t my own to tell. {AND MAN can you imagine how much I hate that? Like Horses hate glue factories.}
I’ve gotten to that point where it’s clear, at least PART of my problem is me. I am REALLY irritable with the people I love, and that is stupid because they have stuck it out with me through thick and thin and thick again, and I don’t know where I think I get off.
I’ve gotten to that point where I realize I need to thank some people for not giving up on me. Some of those conversations are behind me. Some of them are ahead. Don’t worry people-in-real-life, I’m not going to do any of that thanking on the public internet.
Last week, I lived a bloggers life. But, also a screenwriters life. Which I do every week, but this time I was stepping out of Malcolm Gladwell’s talk at Ford Forward (IN MICHIGAN) to decide how much of a bitch I was willing to be and how much work I’d be willing to trash on the screenwriting side of things during a chat with my management team. And then I ran back inside and made one of my new start-up friends email me her recording of the chat so I could see what I missed. Then I ran upstairs to my hotel room and read the screenplay (treatment) in question over and over to really make sure I felt passionate before agreeing to more work, as instructed by my managers. WHO’S LIFE IS THIS? But that aside…
Why is it that I’m still always waiting for explicit instructions? And yet I’m obviously not because here we are and I never went back to a traditional “job” after I was laid off at two weeks pregnant. But if I had sat down and said “I’m going to start a blog and that’s going to launch into something of a job/job platform” than I can promise you one thing, I would have failed tragically, but now in August I’m doing a whole Pathfinder Day on that very topic. (I hope you’ll come.) BUT WHAT’S THE POINT MORGAN?
Being a creative professional is hard. Having the wherewithal to actually stick it out and make it happen? Sheer balls and no fear of Ramen. Those are the folks I’m trying to spend more and more time around. Talent is talent. And talent has value. So I go to the places where the talent is (the non-competitive, totally different industry talent) just to soak the creativity in.
Just look at the beautiful things people are making ~
Blu Dot booth at Dwell on Design
David Truebridge (aka My New Boyfriend) Booth at Dwell on Design
Lindsay had been going on about this one for days, and she was right. Gorgeous.
I nearly stopped living when I saw this Jory Brigham Design.
Did you make it to Dwell? I was lucky enough to have my fellow design lover Lindsay with me to gush with. What was your favorite bit?
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