A Blossoming Romance

Photoshop and I have started hanging out.  I've always wondered if we could get along, but I thought maybe Photoshop was too cool for me, like those people who know a lot about underground music and eat obscure grains like kasha.  But, we've been on a few dates, mainly during my son's nap-time, and I am finally beginning to understand him and see past his hip facade.  I just smile and nod when he uses lingo that I don't understand ("rasterize?" is he Jamaican?), but I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Soon, after I get a collection together, I am going to start selling giclee prints of fabric collages.  I am so excited about them, that I can't seem to turn my mind off.  I find myself stopping dead in my tracks, and then walking over to my fabric collection and staring like some sort of zombie.  I am imagining the potential of all those patterns. 

I turned 32 the other day.  I realized on my birthday that I am past the age that I used to fantasize about.  I was that girl on New Year's Eve that, while intoxicated, would desperately want everyone to sit down and talk about their feelings.  Or "feeeeeeeeeeeelings" as I probably pronounced it after too many Woodchucks.  We would talk about where we would want to be in 5 or 10 years, and for some reason those visions never really aged past 32.  That's okay.  Don't worry 32, even though I never dreamed of you I will love you anyway. 

Mr. Mustache On a Windy Day is my first collaboration with Photoshop.  By the way, I am learning how to do things by watching instructional videos on YouTube.  What a resource!  I am not sure why there is so much free and useful information out there.  Why do these people post these videos?  Are they just super nice?  They are to me.  I could just hug them for unlocking the mysteries of Photoshop to me. 

Mr. Mustache on a Windy Day