The Phone Photography Project

It’s day 12 on the Phone Photography Project I mentioned several posts ago. I’m still taking the daily challenges as I can. There aren’t always enough hours in the day!

Here are the photos from Day 1 Shoot your Feet,

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Day 4 Summer Harvest, photo (20)

and Day 5, Family. photo (21)

One of the great things about this class is the opportunity to try out new phone apps. So far my favorite new app has to be Overgram followed closely by MagicHour. These apps are linked directly to Instagram and make editing a snap.

Speaking of Instagram, follow jeswel and see more of my photos from the Big Picture Classes Phone Photography Project.

Doodled Pencil Cup

Recently mom gave me several of these containers to upcyle/recycle to store crafts.

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I decided that it was too boring, too plain. It needed decorations. So one day, with my collection of Sharpie markers, I began to doodle.

Side 1

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photo (18)The third side is by far my favorite. I found the art deco pattern in a pattern book and it was a lot of fun recreating it on the side of the container. The purple color always makes me happy too.

The best part is that I have one more side that is incomplete. It’s just waiting for me to fill the blank canvas.

Tush Surgery

(Beware a few graphic details below.)

For the second time this year, my body had decided to betray me and I required surgery. Back in March, I had a boring gall bladder removal. My surgery on Monday was a little less common.

In May, I was told that I had a pilonidal cyst. The unfortunate placement of said cyst was right on my bottom at the base of my tailbone. The nature of this cyst meant that the longer I left it the more dead tissue it would create on my tushy. It would have to come out.

After everyone had left on Sunday, mom drove me home, the plan being that I would return later in the week to pick up my car. We came home to a clean apartment, dinner ready to eat and an episode of True Blood to watch. We were utterly impressed in Justin. We didn’t stay awake long, neither of us having slept much the night before and we had to leave the apartment by 6:30 the following morning.

Mom drove me to the doctor first thing in the morning. Having not slept well the previous night, I promptly embarrassed myself and passed out on my mommy’s shoulder.

I was taken back to a dressing room where I had the joy of figuring out how to put on the gown contraption and got yelled at for accidentally drinking a teaspoon of soda the night before (it was 3am and I had honestly forgot that I wasn’t supposed to have anything.) The nurse then put me in a comfy chair with warm blankets and put in my IV which was near unbearable. Those warm blankets are the best though, and I asked for two more without an ounce of shame. Mom was allowed to sit with me for a few minutes and then it was time.

When I awoke, it was a dark room and I was more than a little disoriented. In fact, I was certain that there was a dalek in a bed next to me but I was also certain that couldn’t be right. Once I saw the sweet face of the nurse turn into one of the monsters from Beetlejuice it occurred to me that my mind was fighting the fog of anesthesia.

The team wheeled me next door to another comfy chair where I could recover while watching the Price is Right, sipping 7Up and eating animal crackers. I was beginning to think this surgery had gone great.

Then they mentioned my drain. Sticking out of the wound area was a couple of feet of tubing ending in a pump the shape of a grenade. That’s right, I have a tail. The nurse explained that I would have to empty this grenade several times a day. I would have to measure the output and track it for my doctor. I think I looked at the man like he was crazy.

They put some good meds in me and sent us on our merry way. Mom was starving and my throat was killing me from having tubing down my throat so we stopped at McDonald’s. I had a blueberry pomegranate smoothie. Those things are killer awesome.

Mom stayed with me until Wednesday morning so I could have someone drive me to the doctor.

Because of the drain, I couldn’t shower and needed help getting dressed a couple of times. Sitting is the hardest part. I can lean on a butt cheek but to sit up right completely is near impossible. I can’t sleep on my back but depending on where I position the drain when I sleep, I can sleep on my sides.

Thanks to the drain and not being able to sit I wasn’t able to go back to mom’s to get my car. Tracy has graciously volunteered to bring it up here. I have the best and kindest family.

I get the drain removed on Friday. I’m hoping that I will be in better shape than currently but I am also aware that it will most likely lead to new and exciting struggles for the weeks to come.

The Phone Photography Project

I loved my first Big Picture Class so much that I decided to take another. This one is all about leveraging your phone to photograph your life. I had just upgraded to an iPhone 5 so it seemed like perfect timing.

The second assignment was to take photos of your initials and a picture of yourself to create a collage using one of the many available photo apps. I used Fuzel as that is what the class recommended. The initials came from a James Clavell book, a bottle of Tazo tea and a poster from the doctor’s office.

Big Picture Classes Day 2 Initial Collage

Big Picture Classes Day 2 Initial Collage

Oops in the Kitchen

So this Plucky Housewife got a little overzealous when she made her BBQ pork chops last night. I really just wanted the sauce to get hot, maybe a little caramelized, but I wound up with goo. The sauce that I used happened to be very heavy on the molasses, so as soon as it hit the cast iron skillet it was an instant burning mess.

It was a little smoky at first but within minutes you couldn’t see in the apartment. Now, I’m not one to waste good meat, so I quickly threw open the patio window and continued cooking. I think my biggest error was adding more BBQ sauce to the mix, but I really wanted the chops soaked and I just hadn’t realized the full extent at what I had done.

I pulled the chops off the skillet and started slicing them. They were beautiful. Cooked to absolute perfection IF you ignored the charred molasses on the outside. Husband opened more windows and set up a system of fans to blow the smoke out of the apartment. I served the chops with giant side salads and we gobbled them up. If I could have got past the bitter flavor from the burnt molasses I would have been in hog heaven. (See what I did there? It’s funny because pigs are pork. HAHAHA I crack myself up.)

After dinner I realized I had a mess on my hands. I had no idea what I was going to do with the goo in the bottom of my skillet. So I did what any self-respecting Plucky Housewife would do, I went to bed.

This morning, refreshed and semi wide awake, I decided to tackle this great cast iron skillet. This is where the beauty of cast iron comes into play. I can’t soak my pan but I can run water over the goo and use a silicon scraper. I would wonder what my grandmother used to clean her pans with without this modern miracle, but then she wouldn’t have made that mistake in the first place. So I scraped the pan a good ten minutes. I’m calling this my aerobics for the day. I decided that I could scrape it no cleaner and we would have to have slightly burnt molasses flavored something the next time I used the skillet.

To dry a cast iron skillet, you don’t want to just use a hand towel. For one thing, the hand towel would get too schmootzy (it’s a word) and the other it’s not good for the pan because it could rust as it air dries. I placed my cast iron skillet on the burner on low heat and walked away. I realized about 15 minutes later that in the commotion of cleaning, I forgot my coffee. I went back to the kitchen and checked on the skillet. It was a miracle. Tons of the molasses was drying out and flaking up. I used my handy-dandy scraper and began helping the flakes along. Soon the entire bottom of the skillet was covered in charred flakes so it was back into the sink, a quick rinse and back on the stove.

This time I read some emails and started to get absorbed when I remembered the skillet. I was curious, would there be more flakes? Sho’ nough there was! I did a little jig and scraped, rinsed and put the pan back on the burner. The last time I went through the process I got smart about things (It’s about time right?) and used my phone as a timer. After fifteen minutes I did one last scrape of the skillet and called it CLEAN. There was much rejoicing in my kitchen.

After an hour or two when it has cooled and dried completely, I’ll oil it down. That’s the final step in keeping a cast iron skillet in top condition. All you need is a good slather of vegetable oil. Don’t use too much though or it’s greasy and gross. Don’t use to little or it could promote rusting. Use just the right amount to get a good shine on the skillet. It makes us both happy. (Me and the skillet I mean. This is a love affair between us. Let’s leave the Husband out of it.)Image

A letter to myself

For page three of the “Live a Creative Life” book, I needed to write a letter to myself. To add whimsy and a different dimension we were asked to write the letter on plain notebook paper. I chose a steno pad. It felt more relevant.

A letter to myself.

For those who can’t read my writing:

A letter to myself.

Quit feeling guilty for creating! When you feel guilty for creating, just get over it! Creating and creativity are such an integral part of who your are and who you want to be. If you neglect creativity then you are neglecting yourself. You don’t feel guilty if you take a shower or take time to eat. Taking time to create shouldn’t be any different. Laundry can wait. Dishes can wait. Your health and growing who you are as a person can’t wait any longer. Quit putting creativity on the back burner. Quit apologizing to yourself and others for taking time to create.

It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written. Let’s face it, these blog posts are showing just how rusty my writing is in general. I’m still pleased with my letter. It says everything I needed to remind myself.

Quit feeling guilty.

Quit apologizing.

The need to create is too important.

Artsy Fartsy

PS How do you like the centering effect? Is it me? Does it need to go back to the left? Inquiring blogger needs to know.

Page 2

Without further ado, page 2. (I just couldn’t help a little rhyme.)

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This is my Creative Creed. What I am telling myself to live by going forward. “I give myself permission to create. I will value my need to create. I will not wait until chores are finished to create. I will not wait until I have more time to create. I will not wait until it is convenient for others. I will live live creatively.” It doesn’t matter that what I wrote isn’t poetry or possibly even grammatically correct. What is important is the meaning of the words and how I will live my life going forward.

I again used materials that I had one hand. Except for the stripey letter d, I bought that set at Target.

The picture is from a photo of me standing next to Mary Poppins at Disney World. She obviously wasn’t necessary for this. It’s all about me.

Accepted!

It’s official. I’ve been accepted to Columbus State. Now I just have to figure out next steps. How do you do this whole school thing again?

I need to find an advisor, figure out if I need any testing or transcripts (I think that was part of the application but I’m confused already), decide what class to take fall semester, decide if I want financial aid… I’m tired already and I’ve just read the emails.

And most importantly, I need to make sure that no one confuses me with the Husband. It’s awkward having same first initial and last name sometimes.

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This is the first page of Permission to Live a Creative Life.

I decided to change the title because 1) I couldn’t remember the title AND 2) I didn’t have enough letters.

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The stickers were particularly annoying but hand sewing buttons onto paper was actually fun. Weird, but fun.

All the materials were ones that I had on hand already except for the gold sparkly letters. I bought those at TJ Maxx.

Wahoo!

I’ve been thinking about going back to school for some time now. Today I took that most important step forward and applied to college! I hope to start classes fall semester at Columbus State Community College. I’m going to start with Microsoft certification classes and move on from there. I feel so accomplished right now. I will be sure to post updates as the process moves forward.