The following doodle is just something I have to remind myself of every once in a while. Is this too early in the week for this kind of post?
It’s not a bummer or anything like that, it’s just an honest notion.
I remind myself of this when I am with difficult people. I am just not everyone’s brand. I am a little too much in a lot of fields… and even a little too short for most people’s likings.
I think this is what makes the people who do actually like you so special.
And that is what this post is really about. The people who think you are amazing, are amazing people. And we should tell them more often. Because they deserve it.
I hope everyone has an wonderful week. I’m going to work on posting more!
I mean really honestly I can say that when certain peeps aren’t around… even work feels like a vacation. Which is great because I haven’t taken a vacation day since my family came into town in May. And I needed a stress free day or two.
I had to stop myself from bursting out into “La Isla Bonita” right now. I am just that thrilled. I feel like a penguin on Holiday… which is the best segue I could think to get to this little dude:
I feel like a summer penguin.
And also I know the trouble that I got into the last time I started photoshopping a coworker… but maybe this time it will end up differently. And with that I present to you my newest coworker, Thon in a Mara-thon:
This is my new favorite thing to photoshop. And in his hand is obviously a bud vase… never a solitary glass..
Today I am very excited to share the majesty and sheer joy that it is Zelda Fitzgerald’s birthday!If your counting she would be 113 years old today.
And with all the F. Scott Fitzgerald hubub that happened earlier this year I think Zelda is due some time to be adored…
Last year when I decided to take up things that excite me even though I was feeling old, I found Zelda. A free wheeling, funky socialite… who was more brilliant and scathingly delicious than our current vapid Kardashians socialites . I immersed myself in knowledge of this lady who is the same age as my Great Grandmother, but lived such a different life than someone who lived on a farm most of her days. The more I read, the more Zelda and I had in common, drinking a little too much, partying just a little too long, painting without being so serious, and being a flapper (haven’t I told you guys I’m a world famous flapper???) . I found myself completely stunned by a lady who at 27 decided to become a professional ballerina.
So I studied her, read her work, and can thusly say… Zelda Fitzgerald was amazing.
And she would like to be told that in all forms of art, and since I cannot write as well as others… I certainly can doodle:
Happy birthday Zelda Fitzgerald!
She was also known to have said the following:
“She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.”
I use that saying a lot in my life… in my head… when I know I should be doing something better with my time.
Anyways, I hope everyone is having one of those days that they wish they could remember forever. While I try to figure out how to spend my time…
I’m like living the life of a doodle-less spinster… and I’m not into it.
So I have been trying to get into writing again. And I can’t even think about what I want to share… Does anyone want to know about me spilling all my ice cream all over me and my coworkers car like a small child? How about falling so quickly out of like with someone that my head feels like its spinning round like a record? Or that when I was threatening one of my coworkers during lunch I started laughing so hard I snorted in front of 3 of the jerkiest people on this planet?
But that is no excuse. I love making posts, that is why I’ve been doing it so long. It just seems like so many other things are pre-occupying my time…
Like British television shows, trying to figure out why my hair refuses to look like I combed it, and the mystery of what ants are doing in the restroom at work…
And then there is all the things I would rather be doing. For example, in Sunny So-Cal there is this thing called Comic-Con happening. And I as you know am a fantastic nerd, and this place has Bruce Timm, Marvel, DC, Sherlock, Community and basically so many comic’s and artist’s I could die on cloud nine while strolling through it’s aisles. Fun Fact: I am notoriously good at strolling. Also, a bonus to that is I can stroll ever so happily because I have a horrid sense of smell and do not mind the smell of comic collectors, who are not always big fans of hygiene.
But I am not there right now.
I am at work.
I mean, I know I’m getting paid. But I’m thinking of the thrill of dressing up like a super hero for no reason, and eating pizza near the ocean, while collecting so many buttons about obscure comics and British television that I could coat my bed spread in them seems so alluring. I am allured by nerdiness.
So I made this doodle today on my computer while waiting for my prints to come. (I am not sorry for that printing pun.)
I’m just going to sit back, smile… and day dream about being dressed like Wonder Woman.
Have a super great weekend everybody. Dress like a superhero if you need to… I think I will tomorrow.
♥Lauren
P to the S: If you went to Comic-Con tell me about it… so I can live vicariously through you :)
The title of this post seems a little sexier than my posts probably are. So how am I going to combine “subliminal messages” with clothing and my blinding optimism together? Well brace yourself this blog is about to get *snaps fingers together* thrilling.
Well, let’s just say I discovered based on the way I dress to work, I can control the conversations had in the office. It’s happened a few times in a few outfits, and I think its hilarious. My clothing has caused long discussions of the Wedding Singer, Wonder Woman, 80s teen movies, and 13 going on 30. Basically my wheelhouse of interests since I usually try to avoid talking to my coworkers about anything resembling my personal life (sorry Amber, this is why I enjoy my corner seat… I only talk to you!)
Anyways a few weeks ago I went shopping and got found this dress. It made me feel like singing about how pretty I feel. Basically I was like channeling Maria from “West Side Story.” When I left the dressing room this other store customer told me sassily “That dress is all you.” I was thrilled. I bought it and I felt pity on any girl that wasn’t in that dress (not really, that’s a little harsh.)
So I finally got the time in the morning to wear my dress and make myself look like a human. I got to work and by 9:30 Johnny was snapping his fingers and talking about the gangs in “West Side Story.” Only an hour and a half in and I was a success. We discussed Bernardo and his purple suits… and then we pondered why any gangs would pick orange and purple as their colors. I mean those are like soda colors. Like Kool-Aid flavors. And really nonthreatening, btw. I mean imagine being accosted by a man in a purple well fitted suit. What can he really do to you… give you a makeover? Not let you go to the dance?
I feel pretty witty and bright too!
And just in case you want to put on a red dress and sing this song… you don’t even have to go far:
It’s all work and well more work… and work on the weekend to make deadlines kind of work.
Needless to say the sun is not the only thing burning me out during the 8-5 of it all.
In fact all this work has made me feel uber dull. In fact I was feeling like when Spongebob stopped being silly and devoted his life to becoming more normal:
I felt like I lost that silly spark of mine.
I had this terrifying dream on Monday night of me being in a beige blazer in a cubicle, doing spread sheets and i couldn’t get them to print right on my 80’s dot matrix printer. Basically I was Jane Fonda in 9-5 and I was hating my existence:
I feel bad that she had to wear this outfit… I feel worse that I was wearing it’s beige cousin in my dreams.
And I felt trapped. This horrible amount work is controlling everything do. I mean is was even in my dreams!
I was only really resuscitated yesterday by a day of severe office goofing off… my deadlines were over and the new guy is really fun to be goofy with.
This is kind of what yesterday was like… but more like this with ruler jousting.
… and making bottle launchers, and playing pranks on Amber. (Who I think secretly enjoyed the weird screensaver and Rick-rolling.)
So in a better state of mind from a less stressful work load. I decided to get back into a doodly state of mind. I looked in my vast archives to find a doodle I made when I was a completely joy enraptured state.
And I found this stunning brainstorming cloud up in my fancy notebook. It explains the perfect storm of my personal happiness:
Just some things that put a smile on my face.
And reading all my silly joys just brought me right back to my giggly self.
I am sitting here thinking about vinyl records, the beach, how very nice the blanket I have stuffed in my work desk feels. I have a feeling the rest of my day may just be awesome.
Also I think I have a great idea for a series of things that make me and others go “Oooh.” Be prepared. Tell me things that make you go “Oooh” too… and you never know what can be doodled from that!
♥Lauren
(All images that are not mine are courtesy of Tumblr)
I have been gone for a while. But I never stay away too long. I actually I get really bummed when I don’t get to blog or draw for a while and well it’s time to get back to doodling!
Today I have to share something that has never happened to me in the nearly 7 years I have worked for this company.
I actually have too much light in my workspace.
You see I’m used to working in a space with no natural light :
This is pretty much my old cubicle space [image courtesy of imgur]Before you say… Hey Lauren, I remember you totally wanted a window when you moved offices? Well yes, I do remember this. And having a window is really great! I get to see hummingbirds, and squirrels galore (better than just seeing wasps and spiders). But I was just not prepared for all the light. I guess all 7 years of mole like office conditions, made me forget how serious the sun can be. It is in fact so serious, that in the afternoon when I look at my west facing window my computer screen seems as if I am staring into the pearly gates of Microsoft Excel.
Hey Girl, welcome to my pearly gates… have you got that color board sent out to my homie Jim? He really needs that thing.
At a few times after I had to put on sunglasses to see my emails… I thought maybe I was on my way to the pearly gates and I still had a work deadline. Only I would be working until the end. And I hadn’t even seen the rest of season 4 of Arrested Development… I just couldn’t deal with that thought. But I could deal with the thought that heaven is probably full of really good food and I was kind of hungry.
And now I have come to the conclusion… that I may be the office vampire. I mean I like being pasty, I am always wearing sunscreen (even at work) and I am quite skilled at adept at avoiding sun beams, and well I’m not a big fan of being stabbed with wooden stakes.
My boss thought I was exaggerating when he came out of his office to see me typing with my sunglasses on. The when he came over to my cubicle he realized I was in fact not exaggerating with my Stevie Wonder like wardrobe change. He then told me I could get extra blinds because when he came into my cubicle space and couldn’t even see the work on my computer.
I knew I wasn’t exaggerating that badly… and plus working with shades makes me feel cool, like Lenny Kravitz, or Shades from “That Thing You Do”.
I am a mole person in Malibu Barbie’s work space. Like totally.
Today I wanted a pretzel, but like a good one. You know a soft pretzel that has like saltiness, and is delivered to you buy angel’s playing a harp with their non pretzel holding hand. But, I had to settle for a hard one from work. They are okay and everything but no one ever closes the container and well, they are not fresh. Like 2 days after they come into this office… they are beyond unfresh.
And much like a Mindy Kaling book, everyone at work is hanging out without me. I know this because I found them all in one room when I was on my way to the bathroom. I listened for a minute or two, but was not really interested in the fact that they were talking about girls throwing up and being drunk in general. And the lushiest lush of all of them was enjoying the fact he was the only sober person at this event. Like, seriously so much nerve was being had! And as he bragged about his un-inebriated state, I told him “Well, there is a first time for everything.”
Why am I going on about this? This post is supposed to be about snacks…
So anyways I ate pretzels. And I don’t usually say this about food… but:
Viciously Sweet 