Did I really buy a copy of Elle magazine just to tear out this photo of/ article on Isabel Marant (and Kazu Makino of Blonde Redhead!)?
Yes.
Yes, I did.
(initially spotted on the Metier SF blog)
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Last night I was fortunate enough to have dinner with these lovely ladies.
Jeana hosted in her beautiful home and made shrimp tacos.
Heather made a yummy almond cake with fresh raspberries.
Clare generously gave us vibrant pink, gorgeous, wrist wraps that she made herself.
For what it's worth, I contributed a bottle of wine, and brought Jeana some fresh tomatoes from our garden (the squirrels in her neighborhood have been stealing hers).
Mociun, Marni, Vivier and vintage were worn. Topics of conversation ranged from technical issues with our blogs, to motherhood, to wax or not to wax and to cats swallowing needles.
I didn't take photos, because I didn't want to be rude. Being invited to someones home for the first time & taking snapshots just did not seem like the polite thing to do.
Plus I was nervous! I am just a nervous person by nature. I was flustered upon arrival after getting a bit lost in the hills (right near the Hollywood sign) surrounding Jeana's home trying to initially locate her house. It took me a while to to calm down and relax. But once I did, I had a wonderful time.
Pictured above- the Vivier friendship wrist wrap worn alone and with this Vivier Wrist Wrap I won from Joslyn's blog.
Thank-you ladies, for a beautiful evening!!
Side note: I thought I had this figured out last night- but making photos larger in Flickr? I keep trying & my photos keep getting cropped when I post them to my blog? Any advice on this? How to widen the blogger template/ prevent the cropping? I give up for now...
Jeana hosted in her beautiful home and made shrimp tacos.
Heather made a yummy almond cake with fresh raspberries.
Clare generously gave us vibrant pink, gorgeous, wrist wraps that she made herself.
For what it's worth, I contributed a bottle of wine, and brought Jeana some fresh tomatoes from our garden (the squirrels in her neighborhood have been stealing hers).
Mociun, Marni, Vivier and vintage were worn. Topics of conversation ranged from technical issues with our blogs, to motherhood, to wax or not to wax and to cats swallowing needles.
I didn't take photos, because I didn't want to be rude. Being invited to someones home for the first time & taking snapshots just did not seem like the polite thing to do.
Plus I was nervous! I am just a nervous person by nature. I was flustered upon arrival after getting a bit lost in the hills (right near the Hollywood sign) surrounding Jeana's home trying to initially locate her house. It took me a while to to calm down and relax. But once I did, I had a wonderful time.
Pictured above- the Vivier friendship wrist wrap worn alone and with this Vivier Wrist Wrap I won from Joslyn's blog.
Side note: I thought I had this figured out last night- but making photos larger in Flickr? I keep trying & my photos keep getting cropped when I post them to my blog? Any advice on this? How to widen the blogger template/ prevent the cropping? I give up for now...
Insomnia
Appearances can be deceiving.
I'm not trying to sound paranoid (although often I am anxious, & care too much about what others may think about me).
Before all of this, a long time ago, I wanted to be an artist. I'm actually really good at drawing. I could once draw anything I wanted to. I probably could do this again, too, if I wanted too.
I went to art school, for four years in Minnesota. I studied printmaking. I know how to make fine art etchings, lithographs, screenprints , woodcuts. I know how to set type, and work various presses, I know how to bind books. I have also welded, used power tools, table saws. Developed my own film, printed my own photos in a darkroom, made Super-8 films and even acted a little. I painted. I made charcoal drawings of models in the nude.
Then I stopped all of this and went back to school to become a nurse. I was tired of working soul-crushing, non- art related jobs. I usually made less than $20,000 a year. I have lived with very little in the past, and did not have health insurance for a number of years. I was unemployed at times. Not a good situation.
I attended an intensive 12 month Bachelor's degree nursing program. In nursing school, I saw people with various illnesses on the verge of either recovery or death. I will never forget the woman with emphysema, gasping for breath, terrified. Her relatives tried to comfort her. She knew she was dying. I made my husband quit smoking because of this.
I saw a baby being born. I saw laparoscopic gastric bypass surgery, I saw a craniectomy done on a little boy, who had been suffering from terrible seizures. I gave injections, put catheters in people, cleaned up a lot of bodily fluids, cleaned wounds, gave meds-sometimes crushed through a stomach tube if the person could no longer eat by mouth. I put my first IV in a junkies arm. I went into group homes in Watts, to screen men for TB. I sang karaoke (Cash) with a WWII vet at the VA hospital.
I became an RN. I went into psych. I went straight to work at a mental hospital. I met men who thought they were God or Satan. I saw patients have ECT. I met a young boy who believed he was a cyborg from the future, who showed me the plans for his time machine. I again cleaned up a lot of bodily fluids. Tried to keep patients from walking around naked, having sex with each other, or trying to kill each other, kept them from trying to kill the doctors or other RN's. Once someone said to me: "You aren't a real psych nurse until you get hit."
I was never hit.
I loved co-leading the AA and CA groups.
I hated it every time we had a code green and had to place patients into restraints. I usually had to call the MD, get orders, draw up the meds, and inject the patient in the buttocks.
I left that place for a clinic job. I felt safer, but unsatisfied. Sitting at a desk, on the phone for 8 hrs a day talking to patients who were suffering. Sometimes they would yell at you. Some were drug seeking & entitled. I dreaded the suicidal calls.
It was making me depressed. So I quit.
So here I am. Trying to figure it out. Am I an artist? A designer? Can I do this? Is it enough? Too much? I need to try...it has been two months since I quit my job.
I'm not trying to sound paranoid (although often I am anxious, & care too much about what others may think about me).
Before all of this, a long time ago, I wanted to be an artist. I'm actually really good at drawing. I could once draw anything I wanted to. I probably could do this again, too, if I wanted too.
I went to art school, for four years in Minnesota. I studied printmaking. I know how to make fine art etchings, lithographs, screenprints , woodcuts. I know how to set type, and work various presses, I know how to bind books. I have also welded, used power tools, table saws. Developed my own film, printed my own photos in a darkroom, made Super-8 films and even acted a little. I painted. I made charcoal drawings of models in the nude.
Then I stopped all of this and went back to school to become a nurse. I was tired of working soul-crushing, non- art related jobs. I usually made less than $20,000 a year. I have lived with very little in the past, and did not have health insurance for a number of years. I was unemployed at times. Not a good situation.
I attended an intensive 12 month Bachelor's degree nursing program. In nursing school, I saw people with various illnesses on the verge of either recovery or death. I will never forget the woman with emphysema, gasping for breath, terrified. Her relatives tried to comfort her. She knew she was dying. I made my husband quit smoking because of this.
I saw a baby being born. I saw laparoscopic gastric bypass surgery, I saw a craniectomy done on a little boy, who had been suffering from terrible seizures. I gave injections, put catheters in people, cleaned up a lot of bodily fluids, cleaned wounds, gave meds-sometimes crushed through a stomach tube if the person could no longer eat by mouth. I put my first IV in a junkies arm. I went into group homes in Watts, to screen men for TB. I sang karaoke (Cash) with a WWII vet at the VA hospital.
I became an RN. I went into psych. I went straight to work at a mental hospital. I met men who thought they were God or Satan. I saw patients have ECT. I met a young boy who believed he was a cyborg from the future, who showed me the plans for his time machine. I again cleaned up a lot of bodily fluids. Tried to keep patients from walking around naked, having sex with each other, or trying to kill each other, kept them from trying to kill the doctors or other RN's. Once someone said to me: "You aren't a real psych nurse until you get hit."
I was never hit.
I loved co-leading the AA and CA groups.
I hated it every time we had a code green and had to place patients into restraints. I usually had to call the MD, get orders, draw up the meds, and inject the patient in the buttocks.
I left that place for a clinic job. I felt safer, but unsatisfied. Sitting at a desk, on the phone for 8 hrs a day talking to patients who were suffering. Sometimes they would yell at you. Some were drug seeking & entitled. I dreaded the suicidal calls.
It was making me depressed. So I quit.
So here I am. Trying to figure it out. Am I an artist? A designer? Can I do this? Is it enough? Too much? I need to try...it has been two months since I quit my job.
Store, Chance & Modaspia for Twentyfive
Because I love a good stripe.Store (images 1- 4)
and (even though it's been blogged about endlessly in the last week or so) Chance (5&6).
Lucky number seven: Modaspia for Twentyfive- Summer Weight French Tee.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Photo and textile design © Hadley Holliday 2010
I feel lucky to have such wonderful friends. Photos above from Hadley & Thomas' place. Had a very nice evening (dinner, music, dancing) with them the other night! Thanks, guys!
Hadley has been working on some textiles lately, too, like these great, bold pillows pictured above.
More of her work may be seen here.
I feel lucky to have such wonderful friends. Photos above from Hadley & Thomas' place. Had a very nice evening (dinner, music, dancing) with them the other night! Thanks, guys!
Hadley has been working on some textiles lately, too, like these great, bold pillows pictured above.
More of her work may be seen here.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Lovely ladies wearing ERMIE.
1. Satoko (center left ...without the cute baby ) wearing the Sunset Dress in Smoky Quartz. The dress is all the way in Japan- cool, right !?
2. Debra wearing this shirt that I made.
3. Amber wearing ERMIE Fall 2009.
1. Satoko (center left ...without the cute baby ) wearing the Sunset Dress in Smoky Quartz. The dress is all the way in Japan- cool, right !?
2. Debra wearing this shirt that I made.
3. Amber wearing ERMIE Fall 2009.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Sneak Peek & SALE!
Textile design © Jennifer Parry Dodge 2010Remember this photograph?
I turned it into a textile print! I'm calling it the Bokeh Print.
The design is digitally printed on 100% Cotton Lawn, and will be featured in the ERMIE Fall 2010 Collection.
In honor of it now being August (the month of my birth) all items in the shop are now on SALE!
Making clothing from textiles that I designed myself makes me so happy.
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