Dale of Norway is a well respected Norwegian brand who has made knitwear from raw wool for over 140 years. Dale of Norway reached out when the newsletter for EARTH DAY needed doing for print and email marketing. Translation of text, choosing what photo to use from their picture bank and layout were the tasks, and it was a fun one.
Hockey is my favorite sport. I love everything about it, the speed, the roughness, the team spirit, the community, and yes, the smell. Call me crazy (shit at least you’re callin’ -Drake). So with my love for the game, you can imagine my joy when a hockey club asked me to both redo/vectorize and come up with suggestions for their team logo. I was ecstatic.
One of many moods.”Don’t keep me waiting” has been a hit with both posters and cards. Originally a pen, marker and coal drawing, but eventually also digitalized and vectorized.
Growing up , money was never wasted, but very well spent if any was left. My mother had bought a new bright red lipstick. I wanted to look like her, as nice, with red lips. Being as little as I was, the concept of lipstick wasn’t very familiar, other than making momma look extra nice. Little did I know, I ate it. Mommas brand new red lipstick, the little shit of a child ate it. I ruined mommas lipstick, the one she had probably saved up to buy, I still feel bad decades later. This illustration is called “SORRY MOM”, for this exact reason.
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I honestly didn’t know how I would feel.
Libra season is coming up, y’all!
Reading about astrology signs I have over the past years gotten a better understanding of myself and my friends and why we are they way we are. As my birthday is in the end of the seventh of the 12 signs (13 if you will), October 17th, I am a Libra, and most of the time very happy about that.
Libra is an Air sign and is therefor known to have a strong intellectual connection with the world, loves to analyze and solve problems (YES! – a little too much!!) The ruling planet is Venus, the planet of luxury, beauty and love, and makes us Libras add energy of charm and embellishment to everything we touch. We sound pretty wonderful, huh!? Some more traits for Libras are that we are diplomatic peacekeepers and constantly finding and looking for the beauty in things. The symbol for Libras is often shown as the Scale of Justice, we don’t like when things are unfair and we stand up for the ones who need support. We tend to be unbiased and able to keep an open mind – this is one of my favorite traits for myself and other Libras. I am very often asked by my friends for advice when it comes to negotiations or simply conversations, especially when it comes to their significant others. This is something I appreciate and after reading about Libras, it makes sense now too, you know, that they ask me I mean. On Refinery29.com, they say that Libras are romantic and want that first date spark forever, making it difficult for us to settle down with just one other person (do not agree with that last part, haha!) They also said that we are the sign of harmony so even breakups with us wont be that bad. Which made me think of, I was seeing this guy, who is also a Libra, and when the romance between us ended, for whatever reason (I still wonder what happened), our relationship kind of just faded for a little bit, and then we stared to talk more again and ended up being friends. We are both happy that we are still friends and I think we agree on how much it sucks when you have cared about a person and they completely vanish from your life. Him being a Libra as well, we obviously have a lot of things in common, though Libra+Libra isn’t the most compatible when it comes to romantic relationships. Libras are also said to get the party started and get the crowd going as well as being trend-setters and spotters! I love my sign.
All of these good things being said, I am going to spit out some of the shits of being a Libra. We tend to overthink, overanalyze and be too kind. Believe me people take kindness for weakness and use you (me..). Also the fact about being trendsetters, I have always had this urge of being different, looking different, listening to different music and doing different things than most of my friends. And as liberating as this is, it can also be a little tiring sometimes. Not that I put a lot of energy into being different, that’s just is the way it is kinda, but rather that actually being and looking different can be a bit of a “job” sometimes, mostly because people are mean and narrow-sighted. People hate on you, look at you weird and though I never really cared too much about what people thought of me, there is still a little part of me that cares. ANYWAYS. If it was too much, I’d just look like “everyone” else. Back to the start of this post though, every time I read about Libras, what we are usually like, I learn something new about myself, and my fellow Libras, I love it. #LibraLife
My life was seriously so close to the end of awesomeness that I tear up simply thinking about it. My dream was to live in a certain country, the United States of America. It’s just always been that way. And one day I found a way; going back to school. I cruised through college with a better GPA than anyone, including myself, had ever imagined. Graduation happened and summer came along. Summer in the city, goddamn it was hot and humid! But somehow I got used to it and I loved it, loved it so much that I lost focus for a bit. Forgot that the only reason I could keep living in the big apple, visa wise, was if I got a job. There was a deadline of course for when I needed proof of employment, and it was cutting close, frikkin’ close. A week before it was all about to come falling down I had the most insane day;
Went for a few beers too many the night before when the alarm rang at 7.26am on a Tuesday morning, mind you I have been sleeping in, meaning into the pm’s, for the past three months, so this was early. I was going to be a hair model, aka get a somewhat free sesh of highlights, at 9 am in Midtown. I am not one to spend a lot of money on my hair or anything, though it somehow looks quite awesome if I may say myself, sooo the $20 I spent on this was pretty rad already. I sat in the chair with aluminum foil all over my hair when my phone rang, it was my requiter calling to say that the one job that I had turned down already because they couldn’t offer me enough hours really did want me to come work for them part time (increasing the hours). My eyes teared up faster than Usain Bolt can run an inch, as they are now too writing this. I got a job, I GOT A FUCKING JOB! IN AMERICA! The pay was just enough to cover rent, no food, no phone, no fun. The thought of this didn’t even come close to cross my mind at that time. I texted my roomies, who were both, NOT COOL with me leaving the States just yet. The amount of joy shown in emojis made me cry again.
My hair turned out pretty awesome though it took forever, forever being a little over 4 hours. I then went to meet one if the roomies for lunch. We saw each other and started crying, the joy was real. We hugged, let go, looked at each other, and hugged, let go and looked at each other again. Then my phone rang (it never really rings, who calls anymore? I love it though, but it seems old school..), another job I applied for offered me another position. I ran back into the café and to my friend and told her, and we cried some more. Now I could stay for sure! Pay rent, my phone bill, food AND have fun! We went out in the sun, as it seemed to be the last day if summer, to finish our food. When we had just finished eating a man approaches me and presents himself as a street style photographer who had worked for Harper’s Bazaar for a decade, etc. He asked to take my photo, as I obviously looked fly as fuck. I was wearing my blue and white striped pants and posed like a boss on front of a blue Pepsi truck that matched my pants. The photos came out pretty dope as far as I could see on his little camera screen. Cant wait to see them. From there I went to catch the train home. Got home did my nails, crashed on the couch and did what I do best; chilled out and watched TV.
I am amazed how when things seem to look so dark and hopeless, my life still finds a way to make it work.. I thank the goddesses and spirits for this opportunity. What is meant to happen, happens, right? Now I gotta suck it up and work seven days a week because communication ain’t always that easy. My silly self is worried about when I will have time to have a few too many beers again..
Lets just say it has been a hot one.
Being on the top floor of your building in Bushwick, on a student/ unemployed budget, you don’t use the AirCon that much, simply because you can’t afford it. But sometimes, sometimes, when the apartment is 84 degrees Fahrenheit, you say; fuck this. I haven’t had a good night sleep in who knows how long. I put the Air Conditioner in my room on 61F; damn, a cold breeze never felt so good. My body is sticky, I am seconds away from going all “Britney 2007” and shaving off my long ass hair, but sanity kicks in with the cool air now hitting my face. I love my hair and I do not have the head shape for a buzz cut. I heard that when I was trying on wigs on Knickerbocker avenue and I had my wig cap on, the lady at the store told me I had a tiny head, “Don’t ever skin your head, girl” then she was laughing. I looked in the mirror and laughed along with her. Gee, I have a really small skull. Don’t try to call me stupid now, okay. 2004 called and wanted their jokes back. Hahah, I love that line.
Anyways, its hot AF, the cool breeze takes me quickly to dreamland. SHIT! I wake up a couple hours later being cold. What a distant feeling. I fell asleep with the airCon on, shit fuck, tits! My conscience is gonna haunt me, I, nor my roomies, can afford mistakes like that. I turn the AC off, fall asleep, wake up after an hour being sticky again. Damn. I love this city, though, I really do.. A few weeks goes by, the ConEd bill plings on my computer, SHEIZE! Double what it usually is and then some. Daamn. We manage to pay it. Next month we are super cautious on how much we use the electricity and what not. So we think. ConEd bill plings again, What. The. Fudge. Over three times as much as we usually get. I hit the Dollar Tree and buy three 5-packs of chicken flavored noodles, Top Ramen it is then.
That is all for now. Just testing this a little.
Later.
