I ordered some business cards.
In many, many colours. As has become my way.
This is what a box full of Christie Zimmer Journal Design business cards looks like:
This is what my new cards look like when placed, checkerboard-like, on our well-loved, well-scratched, well-drawn-upon, well-dented coffee table:
This is what they look like up close, so that you can see the front and the back:
Because that is what we do.
And there is more to come. I am nearing the end, I think, of the process of listing my pocket journals.
Yesterday, I spent hours and hours taking photographs to go with the listing. After at least a zillion shots, I decided that I hated each and every last picture. I really despised them. All of them. And my lovely children, who are lovely, and my lovely husband, who is unflinchingly supportive of my every endeavour, had to listen to a long list of reasons why it would never work, this particular endeavour of selling simple pocket journals. Never work, I say. And don't even try to tell me that I might be overreacting. Because I am the very essence of a rational thinker.
Looking back on the photo fiasco, I know that I set an impossible standard. I knew that yesterday, even as I was struggling to meet it. Exceedingly perfect was the standard. Simple, yet sophisticated. Uncluttered, but warm. With angelic light and brilliant colour and perfect clarity. And I wanted it to come together magically in my happy, but recently neglected, home. Oh, and in a couple of hours, while the girls were at school. And when school was finished, but I wasn't, I was left grappling with fading light and tired, hungry children, and my focus was gone and it pretty much went downhill from there. To the dark places, where I suck at everything and I'm failing everyone. Which is hogwash. And definitely signals the moment at which an adult-strength timeout is required.
Anyhoo, I had a light bulb moment today and I think I may have figured out how to take those diabolical photos. So wish me luck. :)
This weekend is crammed full of schedule-busting, non-journal-related commitments, but I'll be back at it every moment that isn't already taken and with any luck, next week will be the week.
Happy weekend to you!