Debut of Not My Mother’s Daughter
The Artwork!
Drum roll please!?
I am officially sharing with this beautiful art work I made for the new title of this newsletter and personal mantra of the last three and a half years: Not My Mother’s Daughter. In the process of drawing this on my iPad I said aloud to myself chihuahuas, “I’m finally an artist who makes art!”
(The art is above)
If you have any interest in seeing a little behind the scenes of how I drew this dope snake on my iPad in Procreate, here’s a process video!
I told you I’d talk to you today, and here I am!
Yay for an easy win that actually makes me feel really good about myself. Thriving on low barriers to entry over here, folks! Another way I’ve lowered the barrier for this and the last edition of my newsletter is by typing it on my iPad. Back in my Vroom Vroom Balloon days, I kept my iPad Pro on a keyboard because I didn’t really use it for art. I used this bad boy for sales! Remember when I’d sell $3,000 worth of balloons in a day? What a different life I live now. Thankfully, I still have this iPad.
Side note about my iPad: the contract I had with my business partners for Vroom Vroom Balloon and Harlan Ruby stipulated that when a member wants to leave the LLC, they must notify the other partners and then be paid their share of the company’s current value. I owned 45% of that company. The company was on track to do $1,000,000 in sales for 2020. My mom responded to my lawyer’s letters demanding payment with a letter stating that the business wouldn’t be paying me anything and, in fact, I needed to send my laptop, iPhone, and iPad back to Nashville because they were property of the business. Girl, please, have I not given you all my youth for free?! You can’t win against crazy.
But I can write about it 😉😉😉
Back to the story. The keyboard is handy when my laptop is dead and my desk is messy. The process isn’t nearly as enjoyable as my clicking Keychron keyboard, but we gotta do what we gotta do. I’m allowed to pop the iPad right back into the case that’s comfy for drawing afterward. When I’m feeling super frisky, I throw both cases in my bag. Who cares if none get used? I’m a free woman!
Sorry I keep writing to you at 9pm. Who is even up this late? You and me, I guess.
I’ve spent the evening laying on my living room floor painting. Bean Dog rotates from the couch to under my chin, then next to my hip. Renaldo basks in the breeze of the fan. Pretzel has communicated “I want to go outside” and “I want to go inside” no less than thirty times.
Tonight's podcast is Cult Liter by Spencer Henry. I began listening to it last Friday as a break from the countless hours I had been spending catching up on his other podcast with Madison Reyes, called OBITCHUARY. Since starting my current painting on July 4th, I've managed to listen to 56 episodes while working on it.
How many episodes is too many episodes?
Do you have a podcast recommendation?
Let’s get back to the shrimps, baby!!! Kidding, I need to go to sleep.
Sending this email to you at 9:38 pm EST seems foolish, especially for the optics of it all. Do I send it now based on principle or…
If this email is greeting you during your Tuesday morning poo, I hope you have a great day!
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