I am behind. WAY behind. On everything, it seems. This post was supposed to go up a week and a half ago, so I send my apologies. Better late than never, right? No? My bad.
To catch up on all my Project 365 posts—starting at day 1—you can go here, scroll down to the bottom and select older posts. Today we’re starting with Day 127 (I still can’t believe I’m this far into it). As always, click on images to enlarge.
Day 127, yes, I am one of those jack-asses who brings their own koozie to the bar. Here, I was representing Swanky’s Taco Shop while at one of my favorite local haunts, Young Avenue Deli. I also like to leave Swanky’s Taco Shop & Cheffie’s Café pens in random places for people to pick up. I think it’s rather smart. Guerilla marketing at its finest, people. Day 128, I finally designed me some personal business cards, being that I’m a graphic designer and should probably carry some of these on me at all times. Which reminds me…I need to order my personal business cards (See? I told you I was behind).
Day 129, my sister and I have turned our house into a Cooper Young Festival Workshop, a.k.a. “The Archer Lab,” a.k.a. OHMIGOD there is dust, paint & crap EVERYWHERE. One of the reasons I’m so behind on everything is because most of the hours outside of
9 to 5 10 to 6 have been devoted to All. Things. Cooper. Young (Booth D-23). That’s a lot of painting, designing, sanding, refinishing, etc. Sometimes I get restless. And when that happens, I apparently like to pretend my dining room table is like those at the Macaroni Grill. Day 130, another graphic design typography print made with scrabble tiles (that I previously blogged about here). This print is also available in my Etsy Shop here.
Day 131, my cousin recently visited, along with her three little boys. Add them to my two nephews and we had five boys under the age of seven running thru my parents’ house, which is the reason for the small toy store that developed overnight in their living room. Hanging out with
crazy psycho hyper children my cousins & nephews serves only to reiterate my stance on not wanting my own children. I love them all dearly, but if I had to be around that much jumping, screaming, little-children-television-watching, human-jungle-gymming and sugar-induced-hyperactivity 24 hours a day, my head would explode. Day 132, here is one of my latest paintings, from blank canvas to almost finished. Yes, it is still sitting on my easel exactly as I left it here. Eventually it will have an abstract guitar on it. Unless I change my mind (I seriously need a few hours added into my day to get everything done before September 15th).
Day 133, my sister and I have mastered the art of distressing wood. Or, as she likes to call it, making things shabby chic. These are more pieces that will be available at Booth D-23 at CY Fest. Day 134, my family gets together for dinner at least once a week. The best meals are when my dad cooks out on the grill. Having worked in the restaurant industry for countless years, he is a ridiculously phenomenal cook. And I’m not just saying that because he’s my Dad and can cook better than yours. Filet mignon wrapped in bacon? My mouth is watering just looking at those.
Day 135, my siblings and I grew up with a trampoline in our backyard. Mostly unbeknownst to my parents, we used it to do a lot of crazy shit when we were younger. My sister and I pretending we were the next Olympic gymnasts by creating countless routines full of flips and tricks? Check. Jumping from the much higher back deck down onto the trampoline? Using said trampoline as an extended diving board into the pool? Having my older brother and his friends compete to see who could bounce my tiny ass (I was a very small child way back when, especially compared to my brother who is 6 yrs my senior) higher? Check. Check. And check. I seriously have no idea how we managed to not kill ourselves. Or, at least break a few bones. I also have no idea how I could spend practically the entire day jumping out routines without dying of exhaustion. It was a sad day when that old trampoline finally bit the dust. Though, do not fret. In case you didn’t know, Memphis has its very own trampoline park. I didn’t last 10 minutes before I had to sit down and catch my breath. OHMIGOD it was So. Much. Fun. Who knew I could still do a back layout (though not nearly as well as I used to)? My birthday is next week and I want to take all my friends there for a birthday celebration. Am I too old to do that? Who cares. I’m totally going to. Who’s with me? Day 136, Elvis Week has descended upon Memphis, TN. I have yet to venture downtown, so I’ve only come across one impersonator so far this week. But, like I blogged previously, I celebrated in my own way by designing some Elvis Presley Art Typography prints just in time for Elvis Week. You can see them all in my Etsy shop here.
Day 137, my bedtime has slowly been getting later and later as I try and catch up on everything. As you can see, Mulligan hasn’t been too thrilled with my new sleeping schedule. He sleeps on a pillow right by my head and this is the latest look he gave me when I finally slipped into bed, well beyond midnight. In case you don’t speak cat, it says I will cut you. Day 138, being that I’m one of the only artists/designers I know that does not own a sketch book to jot down all my fabulous ideas as they come to me, I finally caved and bought one. 22 days later, I’ve used seven pages. Progress, people!
Day 139, Multiple Sclerosis (MS) is a horrible disease, which my mother was diagnosed with at the age of 29. To help do our part, my sister and I joined her for the annual Women Against MS Luncheon, where I bought us these lovely T-shirts. It was a wonderful afternoon and I’d like to sincerely thank everyone who contributes to the fight against MS. Day 140, the Opening Ceremony for the London 2012 Olympics. We joined our friends for a watch party, full of country themed food and occasion appropriate drinks. I’d like to thank Kelly and Casey for this special commemorative cocktail: Michael Phelps peed in the pool. Don’t ask my why it’s blue. Maybe Phelps is so patriotic, he pisses one of the colors of our flag? GO TEAM USA! Who cares, it was delicious and I’m so sad the Olympics are already over. At least I have football to look forward to.
Day 141, after our late night celebrating the start of the Olympics (GO TEAM USA!), Kristen, Aud & I went down the street to recover at Young Avenue Deli. As you can see in this pic, we might have been a tad de-hydrated due to the previous night’s festivities. Yes, those are drinks for only three people. Our waiter smirked at our two orders of cheese sticks and one big ass quesadilla, replying with a side eye and a “where did y’all go last night?” Team USA is all about sacrifice, y’all. Sacrifice. Day 142, more wood art for CY Fest. Are you tired of me saying that, yet? Too bad. We’re still 30 days out from September 15th. I have plenty more where that came from!
That’s 16 and done. I have a busy weekend ahead of me, but wish me luck that I can find time to manage a few blog posts before Monday. One can hope, right?
– lindsey archer