So, I pass over what I did she takes it and asks “Do you like it?”
I say “No.”
She asks “Why?”
I say “I dunno. I just don’t really like it.”
This happens a lot. I’ll work on something until I run out of time or ideas and then offer what I have and most likely not like it. It will serve its purpose, and things may be even spelled correctly but I won’t like it, for reasons that will escape me.
I got short notice for some palm cards, I blogged about it somewhere, I did what I could but the ideas just weren’t coming so I threw all the info on the page and fussed with it until it didn’t hurt my eyes. I offered what I had and I was told “This is great!”
I disagreed.
That was over two months ago, I never saw the finished product, never until last night. I was asked to do an ad “For this property” and I was handed the palm card. They printed it on light ivory stock, the feel of what I had done was old time-y, the ivory stock gave it a further old feel.
I waited until I was along in my office before I really looked at the card.
It was good, I sometimes surprise myself.
A random note in my random notes for my random blog for random thoughts for
puppies for cats for for lizard for Apple pie for space cadets for rain for
sleet for the Canadian rapper, Snow…
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I have 1 million notes in my head and 1 million other notes from other
people Kept in the place where my bathing suit covers. I’m sitting on a
tiny litt...
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