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Small business me up


Alex bought me a way cute necklace that got delivered today to our front doorstep. I asked what the occasion was and he told me how proud he was of me for the job I’m doing raising Olive and for all the work I’ve done trying to get our photog business off the ground.

Thank you.

Most days I just feel like I’m not doing enough. Well I should say…not doing enough of the right stuff. Life is all about making decisions. And in this case I’m wondering if I’m making the right decisions on how I should spend my time each day I’m home. 

Should I spend my time emailing this guy about this gig that doesn’t pay well but could offer some good business exposer? 


Should I spend my time designing another flyer that I can pass out to people that are more than likely just throwing it away. THEY BETTER AT LEAST RECYCLE IT.

How do I small business?

When I was in art school I took an oil painting class. I loved it. Most of it at least, one time I was cleaning my glass palette with a razor blade that my professor handed me with one instruction, “Don’t cut yourself.” You can guess what happened next…oh the horror. 

I loved getting into the groove of a painting, I just hated all the setup and cleanup. And I really hated sitting in my dorm room, clear on the other side of campus, wondering if I should go into the studio to work on whatever painting it was I was working on that week. Odds are I’d be able to finish it in time if I didn’t go in on the weekends to make little dabs here and little dobs there. But the point was it made me feel better to go in and go through the process of being a good student and being a better painter.

That’s kind of how I feel these days with this whole small business thang. Even if I go and sit at my computer and send off emails that probably won’t get responded to and design flyers and headers and business cards that probably won’t make that much of a difference it feels good just to be there, sitting there trying to make something happen. Rather than sitting on the sofa with Olive dreaming up epic to do lists.

Oh the thinking of the to do lists.

How do I small business?

March 16, 2013 at 2:01 pm 1 comment

I’m like happy and stuff

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Since being laid off I’ve been enormously happy and relieved. I’m no longer sitting at a desk wasting my time at a job that I am thoroughly bored at. I also have a boss now that I LOVE LOVE LOVE. Her name is Olive and she’s currently propped up in her bumbo with leopard footy pajamas and a binky with a purple cat on it.

My days aren’t nearly as scheduled as they were a mere month ago. They consist of naps (sometimes for both me and Olive), me checking my email, Olive crying that she’s bored, Saci letting me know that she too is bored, and just hopefully doing some of the stuff that is required to get a small business off the ground.

I’m not making huge paychecks right now. BUT I’m making like ginormous happiness paychecks that I cash in on daily and everybody around me is probably a wee bit happier because of that too. Also, it’s spring in Austin and I have a happy baby girl who now eats solids.

photo credit goes to first time parents Chris and Subina Garyet. That’s me and Olive enjoying their new bundle Ashni!!

March 12, 2013 at 11:01 am Leave a comment

For Our Dearest Olive Baby

We heart you.

March 8, 2013 at 8:18 am Leave a comment

Oieeee I can’t wait until this comes in my mailbox!

A handful of weeks ago I was browsing, the reason my wallet is skinnier and my home is prettier, and came across Leonora’s adorable shop (Yellow Heart Art). Everything she makes is just all the cuteness x ten and well, I couldn’t leave without asking her if she was up for creating a custom stamp for Lil Miss Olive. I’d had the idea for awhile that all of Olive’s mail, the kid is single handedly keeping USPS in the black, would have a stamp on the back that read “From Olive Us.” 

Thankfully, Leonora quickly turned into my favorite etsy shop owner to ever live and quickly turned around an adorable, custom stamp just for Olive. 


This photo was taken by Leonora btw (please don’t beat me up for stealing it L). You can visit her groovy blog here and her amazing etsy shop here. Go and shop and be merry now!!!

March 5, 2013 at 11:39 am 1 comment

How our country’s maternity leave laws really let me down.

I really don’t know how to approach this blog post. Because there’s far too much to say and I want to say it with all my passion and I fear that it won’t come across like it should, like I mean for it to. So just know this, what I’m writing about I’m writing about with so much of my passion and so much of my energy. Because this is important. This is real important stuff.


America’s laws about what first time parents are entitled to as far as working and paid and unpaid and how much time, how much precious time you get with your new, adorable blobs SUCK. They suck so hard.

I spent the majority of my maternity leave sobbing and sobbing and yelling and sobbing and curled into a protective orb around my baby. Counting down the days until I had to pass her off to someone else to care for her. She was 13 freakin’ weeks old, such a little nugget with no words yet and no sense of why that person that grew her for almost 10 months and fed her from her body wasn’t there for 9 hours a day, 5 days a week.

I’ve already wrote about it so I’ll try not to get into it all again…but it was heartbreaking.

If Alex and I ever have another little baby, which I think is in the cards now…because we can’t imagine doing all this just once, we’re already prepared for me to take at least 6 months off of work completely to bond and love and hoard that new baby.

ANYWAY, the info graphic here presents just an iota of what people need to know about how insufficient our country is with its maternity/paternity leave standards. Please take the time to create an account and sign this White House petition.

It’s important. Really important.

February 27, 2013 at 7:17 am Leave a comment

Sometimes things happen and everything changes

This is a post about someone coming into my office, saying a handful of words that essentially pulled the rug out from underneath me and changed so much.

I know longer have an office with a bunch of people (some I like…some I never really did) that I go to everyday where I used to perform a job. A job that consisted of clicking and scrolling and list making and phone calling and lots of stuff like that.

I learned a few things this week:

1) Your relationship with your immediate supervisor is way more important than the quality of work you do.

2) Severance checks are kind of boss. I wanted to rage quit a week and a half ago…glad I waited it out. 

3) Sometimes you’re afraid to make the big decisions and it requires someone else to make them for you. This is maddening and a huge relief at the same time.

So I’m here, at home with Olive. It’s everything I wanted since having her and then some. I’m going to look for another office job because collecting unemployment requires you to and I’m going to attempt to do some badass creative things that I hope turn into some money. It doesn’t have to be as much money as I was making at the office…just more than nothing. Shhh, don’t tell my father I said that.

I was let go on a Tuesday and the following day Alex drove to Alabama for his aunt’s funeral, her husband passed the week before and he needed to be there for his family. Which means I’ve been alone with Olive for five…one, two, three, four, FIVE days by myself.


I got what I wanted…time with my daughter. And I’m getting lots and lots of Olive, in her purest, rawest forms. We’ve had explosive diapers at IKEA, more spit up for me, the dog, or the cat to possibly calculate, and several minutes of “crying it out.”

Crying it out…it kind of makes me go to a dark place. This girl, she’s waged war on all naps and just doesn’t like to take them. She never has. But after spending so many hours with a little human you need some time to yourself and 15 minute increments every 3-4 hours just doesn’t really cut it. So yesterday I plopped her down in her crib and just let her scream for 10 minutes…like SCREAM. Screaming that made me feel like I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. Screaming that made me kind of angry after the first 6 minutes. And screaming that eventually made her tired enough to sleep for a straight 30 minutes. And then she was up and smiling and forgot how I was the worst mom in the world and cooed and giggled and scrunched up her face and told me I was her favorite mom in the whole world.

Time with Olive. It’s all I’ve ever wanted since she came out of me in that bath tub that one time.


And I’ve got all the time in the world right now and I’m breathing her in and trying to not let her down. Am I doing it right Olive?

February 24, 2013 at 11:15 am Leave a comment


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