About three weeks ago, I wrote the following post, but didn’t get around to proofreading it because I got super busy doing Facebook fanpages for authors (if you know someone who might be interested, pass on my info!). I can’t even count how many I’ve done in the last few weeks, but I’m having a blast. Combining graphic design with tech nerd stuff is like oil and eggs — it makes yummy mayo! Bah, maybe not the best analogy, but I’m hungry, whaddya do?
Anyways, from a few weeks ago:
Today was one of those great days. You know the kind. When everything is going just right, the sun is shinning down on you, the kids are happy, everyone on the street can see how in love you are with your husband, your kids…life? Cheesy, I know, but cheese fills the cracks of your heart, right? Or was that peanut butter?
I’m not sure if post-partum depression or getting older makes these days sweeter, but I do not take them for granted. And they are so good for the soul. I felt like a recharging battery, refilling my stores with love, family and positivity.
I had recently ordered my first set of business cards and needed them before the weekend. They weren’t due to be picked up until Monday, but at lunch time I got an email saying they were ready.
We had such lovely weather today, hot but not overbearingly so, clear blue skies, a light breeze. A perfect summer day in my opinion. Since we were going such a long distance (Gastown is right in the heart of downtown Vancouver. A 45-60min drive at least) we decided to take public transit. That way the kids could enjoy a ride on the skytrain. Okay, maybe I enjoyed it too.
It was bizarre because I think I was as pleased as the kids with all the simple things – putting coins in the ticket dispenser, riding the escalator, watching people, the beautiful hanging baskets from all the old fashioned street lamps, the gelato that didn’t cost an arm and a leg.
And I couldn’t be more excited about the box of business cards under my arm. As we descended the steps of the old fashioned building where Jukebox Print is located, my husband snatched the sample card I was holding. He observed it quickly and pulled out his wallet.
“I need this.” He said.
I wanted to kiss him right there. I don’t know why it touched me so, but it did. This man, with his no-nonsense wallet was going to carry around my little whimsy alice-in-wonderland-esque business card. Have I mentioned how in love with him I am?
I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in me.
I look back on the past year and marvel at far how I’ve come. Last year I only knew how to crop and resize in Photoshop. Now people actually pay me, real money I might add, to make them…stuff. Holy shit.
These business cards aren’t just business cards, but a tangible representation of how far I’ve come, how far I plan to go. You find what you love to do and you do it…such simple advice, it seems silly now that I waited so long to follow it.
Because I’m so excited and Jukebox Print was so awesome, I have to show you what I got:
The lovely unopened box.
Open. Ooh, my pretty cards were cushioned with this craft paper. I would have preferred some soft styrofoam protection.
Wow. That’s umm, a lot of cards. Huh. Okay. That’s what a thousand cards looks like. Good to know.
The front and back of my cards.
Aren’t they cute? Aren’t they?!
If you like these, you can get your own and $10 off: