tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68056961072583432412024-03-05T23:29:15.835-08:00Bright Days IndeedCreating art that makes everyday a celebration. Exploring inspirations of product and pattern that bring a lift and levity to life—even if it's only Tuesday.Buffington Design and Illustrationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061911662143470880noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805696107258343241.post-49323531182953939832010-07-13T09:35:00.000-07:002010-07-13T09:35:15.086-07:00Meditate on your personal quirks. Then celebrate the simple<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Thinking ordinary today. Simple, quirky and pleasing.</span></b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I love folded potato chips. They are the odd potato caught in mid flip when tossed into the fryer. Besides a crazy shape the folded chip boasts a higher crunch factor and a spunky chip personality. And, since there isn't as many of them in a bag if you make a pact to only eat the folded chips, countless calories are saved. Bonus!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Folded chips. Such a small delight. So very random, but such crunchy fun. </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I also love frosting. I like it better than cake. Frosting is prettier and often comes with sprinkles. It tickles my teeth, and f</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;">rosting flowers are sweet sugary petals straight from heaven.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;"> When I realized I loved frosting more than cake, I found friends who felt the same about cake over frosting, and we've formed cake feasting duets. Two forks. One plate. A perfect pairing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Heaven is a fork and frosting... Such a sweet delight. Small, but ahhhh! Bliss.</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">I also love climbing into bed at night after a long day. Before I get in, I pause for just a second and prep... for the initial luscious rush of horizontal rest. The first moments of laying in bed feel marvelous. Beds are wonderful. Pillows are fabulous. I'm fortunate to have three pillows to sculpt to my body each night. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">We all have crazy busy days. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;">It seems laundry and dishes are endless. Bills keep coming every month. We either need to: get to work, work, or find work—everyday. It's overwhelming and stressful and worrisome...but that doesn't mean we can't find fragments during the day that bring us happiness. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Stop and concentrate on a small mediocre moment you find funny, tasty, relaxing etc. Some of mine are folded chips, bedtime, frosting, dogs, my first sip of coffee, or bite of hot pizza, biking to icecream, washing my face at night...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">And then, pause</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;"> for a moment to concentrate on the ordinary quirk you enjoy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;"> As the old saying goes, "Remember to stop and smell the roses" </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">...Ahhh flowers. I love daisies. They are optimistic. They are sunshine I can hold. Such a happy flower.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;">Remember to step back and marvel at the beauty you've just created out of an ordinary dinner. Revel and Remember. </span><br />
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Lists and Laundry. Our days are filled to the brim with burdens. They often become our only focus. It's easy to feel that life is run by lists and not loves. Our careers and goals are ambitiously begun to allow us someday enjoy the "American Dream"–but while we work hard for this elusive "someday" is there time to enjoy today? <br />
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There has to be time for celebration everyday. I'm not talking about a balloon filled, clown infested festival. Just something ordinary. Something satisfying...Daily.<br />
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For example, today there are fresh berries for cereal, the office windows are open and the birds are singing, puppies are sleeping nearby, and plans for a bike ride is promised after the office is closed. Realizing, anticipating and appreciating these little joys provide a YAY in my day as the to-do list is accomplished.<br />
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<b>Celebrate–something–everyday. </b><br />
It doesn't have to be a ticker-tape parade–just something that brings pleasure and contentment. Also (and most importantly) the moment must be savored and appreciated in both the anticipation and the participation. In other words–<b><i>be aware of the fun!</i></b> Revel in the moment and this small celebration will outshine all the to-do's of the day. Make your glass half fun and make the glass a fine piece of stemware!<br />
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<b>Here's a short list of my favorite everyday celebrations:</b><br />
Warm crusty bread with good olive oil, pepper and a sprinkle of parmesan cheese<br />
Family dinners<br />
Homemade pizza<br />
Candles with dinner<br />
Chocolate<br />
Slippers<br />
Frosting (on anything)<br />
Folded potato chips<br />
My dogs<br />
Ice cream on a hot day<br />
Bike rides<br />
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Nothing on this list has to be expensive or even needs to be scheduled. Anticipating, savoring, appreciating, reminiscing and chatting about an everyday celebration is much better than narrating the 15 things waiting impatiently on a to-do list.<br />
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Life is everyday. Let's celebrate!<br />
Have a bright day, indeed.Buffington Design and Illustrationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061911662143470880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805696107258343241.post-71096563578504251522010-06-22T09:06:00.000-07:002010-06-22T09:06:05.809-07:00When stampeding in a creative direction—Hang on.Cobwebs and dust bunnies have run riot in this little blog. I'm spending a bit of time today chasing the dust out of the corners to freshen up this uninhabited corner of the Internet. <div><br />
</div><div>I've been slow to add bits of blather to my blog—I have been busy. My focus has been galloping in different directions. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Here's a few things I've accomplished and can show without breaking confidentiality with a client.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>So...what's my problem with getting to my blog? </div><div><br />
</div><div>um.... Focus. </div><div>Huh? How to you pick one thing to focus upon when there's so much to see and draw!</div><div><br />
</div><div>For me, it's a daily challenge to dedicate time on an inspiration without wondering if there's a better idea "out there" that should be explored. Starting new self-directed art is like riding a wild horse. I clumsily hang on for dear life as my creative ride lunges and lurches--galloping in directions unforeseen. I awkwardly attempt to keep my tush in the saddle, and wonder with brain pounding adrenaline--if the journey will end with a soft landing... and an idea worth keeping.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Having focus and some knowledge about how to control a wild ride would make the journey easier. Then again, there's a certain serendipity in the out-of-control creative romp that can provide moments of pure eureka. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Here's to the untamed creativity that stampedes in all of us. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Up for a ride today? </div>Buffington Design and Illustrationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061911662143470880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805696107258343241.post-70128106644154645322009-09-04T07:23:00.000-07:002009-09-04T07:31:44.332-07:00Summer is falling. Drawing what's next...<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm sluggishly admitting that summer is coming to a close. Sigh. It's Labor Day weekend—summer's finale. This means that I should think about the looming holidays. I'm starting with a glimpse of Halloween. I've sketched and colored, Harry. He really likes his shirt. He's ready to give you a hare-raising scare. (sorry about the tacky pun). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Harry may have some friends too. Maybe a girl friend, or some other halloween critters. We'll see how focused I stay with the theme. (I'm still wanting to wear my flip flops and BBQ on the deck.) It would be best to check my blog again, and we'll see who (what) else falls out of my head.... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I've an idea for some sweet greeting cards for Harry to grace. I think you'll see him on Etsy in the coming days. I'll update my gallery when he joins the store.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks for following my scribbles!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have a bright day! </span>Buffington Design and Illustrationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061911662143470880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805696107258343241.post-6323190274270970162009-09-03T08:43:00.000-07:002009-09-03T08:43:43.628-07:00Drawing on discipline<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 11px;">I've discovered that I blog a lot like I go to the gym. Exercising and blogging are on my to-do list, but the day twiddles away and before I know it, I'm going to bed realizing I MEANT to go to the Y.... and I meant to blog, but oops—other things that seem terribly pressing got in the way. I think I need to do something that makes me touch base regularly with my blog page to keep things dusted, current and worth visiting. A promise to commit that keeps me a bit more disciplined.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 11px;">So I'm going to sketch—and toss whatever I've scribbled up on my page to share. It'll be a good exercise for the illustrator in me to push some creative doodle out of my noggin.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
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If you haven't been to Etsy—go! It's a sweet little treasure trove of everything artsy. I've been impressed with the quality of the store products and also the organization of its structure and policies. Etsy is a a quaint, giant, humming collection businesses—and yet it maintains the feel of sweet boutiques and craft shops. Fun for shoppers looking for something special, and great for artists searching to showcase their work.<br />
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So I'm up! Set up was pretty easy, thanks in part to my digital camera, my trusty Mac, and some sensible Etsy instructions. Now I need to find some shoppers to travel to the store! You'll see my gallery of Etsy products is now featured on my blog. I'm slowly adding more of my illustrations that are rattling around in the studio—so check out my store, BrightDaysIndeed often to see what's new. <br />
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If you are looking for anything in particular—or see a print you would like as a card, (or vice versa)—drop me a line and tell me your thoughts! It's always nice to hear from folks, and to know I'm not alone in my quiet studio.<br />
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Here's to celebrating life with a bit of whimsy... I hope my illustrations make you smile... a little.<br />
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Life is Everyday... let's celebrate!Buffington Design and Illustrationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061911662143470880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805696107258343241.post-35956029852878759222009-08-25T07:38:00.000-07:002009-08-25T08:47:00.799-07:00I've spent my last few days—not parenting...And, just like that... I have an empty house after taking both daughters to college. Empty nest. What an accurate phrase. <div><br /></div><div>The whoosh of 21 years with children in my house is a memory storm of naps and stuffed animals; car pools and permission slips; sleep overs and picky eaters; shopping trips and car keys. And, "just like that" ...it's done. I have spent my last few days not parenting. </div><div><br /></div><div>Everything in the house reminds me of time that is gone. I see the ghosts of my girls in every corner. It's a cast of children of every age that I seem to have lost. My tiny baby girls, the big eyed toddlers, inquisitive youth... In a busy store, I'll hear "mom!" called out, and I realize with sad fascination,—this time, the call is not for me. So, I'm feeling a bit lost in myself. My thoughts are loud and bossy because there's no other noise to drown them out. I'm alone. It's a bit overwhelming. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know this is total self pity. I've nothing to complain about. My girls are healthy. They are setting out on their "what's next" and I wouldn't wish it to be different in any way. They are happy and adventurous. I've no complaints. I'm not complaining. But this new silence is too loud.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'm going to investigate my "next". What should I do with this new found time and empty nest? Can will I make a difference. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a graphic designer/illustrator that is spends a lot of time in my home studio. I love to work, but can feel this empty silence tugging at my productivity. It's very distracting and seems to make my motivation a bit leaky. I'm thinking I will need to something that will help me get out of this quiet lethargy and into something that makes a comfortable bustling noise. </div><div><br /></div><div>It can't be a new haircut (although I've got one scheduled this very day...) or time at a spa, or shopping. I can't just "fill" time. My head seems to know when I'm just be placated.</div><div><br /></div><div>Something I'm certain of is Time. With time folks get used to just about anything. "This too shall pass" But, I don't want to just settle for an eventual adjustment to this new quiet. I don't want to get stale and just become part of the malaise. </div><div><br /></div><div>For now, I think I let myself be a bit sad. My girls are pretty neat people. They filled my house with energy and a brightness that isn't replaced by a good book or a random glass of wine. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's quiet now, but I know there's music and applause, laughter and conversation somewhere. I need to trust that yesterday wasn't my highlight. Tomorrow is mine, still.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life is Everyday. I plan to celebrate even if it's only with a whisper today.</div>Buffington Design and Illustrationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061911662143470880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805696107258343241.post-43509985671447134952009-07-13T13:57:00.000-07:002009-07-13T15:39:22.388-07:00An average bike chick and the Tour de France<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLUMO0kmd7FSPKanxkA0RX_X6ZSCZB_JRpaqf85QE8VLHxmoXc4qgOQXpgSPWGzkE31Xmb-LcskTH6KMuZOCt3rcL1zTq6G_gQ-uLQwr2e0aTE32k7Bwf7w-0_lPaM9IUF6hY8avN3uo/s1600-h/biking-team.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLUMO0kmd7FSPKanxkA0RX_X6ZSCZB_JRpaqf85QE8VLHxmoXc4qgOQXpgSPWGzkE31Xmb-LcskTH6KMuZOCt3rcL1zTq6G_gQ-uLQwr2e0aTE32k7Bwf7w-0_lPaM9IUF6hY8avN3uo/s400/biking-team.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358076482679752274" /></a><br />The Tour de France is on, and I check to see how Lance is doing every day. He's my favorite biker guy for lots of reasons. <div>1. He's an amazing cyclist</div><div>2. He looks a lot like my Tommy (who is also an amazing cyclist)</div><div>3. He seems pretty friendly when he's interviewed. A nice guy in real life?</div><div>4. His story is humbling. Sigh... If only I could be as excellent at what I "do" </div><div><br /></div><div>Here in my house we bike in the summer. The garage is filled with bikes. I have two (not counting the tandem) and I have graduated to clips on my pedals (they still spook me when stopping is vital and immediate. I constantly fear slowly toppling over like a falling redwood in front of a family with small children... sadly it's almost happened more than once.) Tommy often bikes 17 miles to work, and the mileage he puts on his bikes during the year is crazy. He's fast and can hang with the speedy guys in the nearby cycling clubs. I'm a turtle to his rabbit when we ride. But he hangs (back) with me. He's modest about how good he is (and how great he looks in his bikes shorts) And I love him for it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Biking in the summer is a celebration. A hot summer day, a long afternoon with hours to spend, and a destination somewhere promising ice cream, a cold drink or a nice dinner is totally a wonderful event. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tom preps our bikes. He checks the chains, brakes, tire pressure, and makes sure we have the right bags for carrying wallets, locks, sweaters (for me cause I get cold). He also rounds up the sunscreen and various tiny tools in case the bikes need adjustment, tire changes, or total rebuilding while we are out. (He's very organized.) Meanwhile, I figure out what biking outfit makes me look fast and thin, (A girl can dream) and attempt a hairstyle that will fit inside my bike helmut and won't look too scary when the helmut comes off later in some public place. We fill water bottles; grab the cell phones and cameras (I make sure there's lipgloss at the ready) and we zip out of the driveway.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love our bike trips because we get to talk a lot. And, I love to talk. We are miles away from errands, work and chores and there's nothing to do except pedal down the road—so we talk. About everything. It's a great way to get caught up on the good, the bad and the ugly.</div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6NmDq8Lm8cq-l-V1ORqDkY4QvT4vcry_9BsSbLl8-Zs_mT7Ky0PrC2ubNNkSn1vmLVlXydVXGWryVm9cVBkH-ljZ5WJaM8zqKuQgooalU7_XaWpJ3_muYjj2v7L-7DMu7ljMaamIGV0/s400/bikingSingle.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358075051564479970" /><div>We've made decisions about things small and huge: dinner, banking, movies, office gossip, investments, theater, religion, world peace, arranging furniture, teen agers, jobs, goals... nothing is off limits. We laugh a lot; see a lot and burn calories. It's been a way to stay close and connect. I know we both feel the closeness, and like little kids we can't wait to get on our bikes again—together—and fly away (Tom faster than me, of course).</div><div><br /></div><div>Warm sun, Tommy, our red Schwinn Peloton bikes and a chocolate dipped cone—makes a great reason to celebrate any day.</div><div>Life is Every Day—cycle through it!</div><div>Where's your bike?</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Buffington Design and Illustrationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061911662143470880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805696107258343241.post-65721243827995042492009-07-10T11:44:00.000-07:002009-07-10T17:16:43.651-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZnOgzvFPth2HW8O0AN0Wp5YPk6M6U5oiOIJaRDlKpsDt5tj4C9pAcvsSyjit4Jg9o3D8a8Onzwu0fV6LOn_QtricDwnJrQadNHaqh5EWqiYAjYhtat_c80kPBcmqfN78bIQcLIxVO2U/s1600-h/CelebrateToday.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZnOgzvFPth2HW8O0AN0Wp5YPk6M6U5oiOIJaRDlKpsDt5tj4C9pAcvsSyjit4Jg9o3D8a8Onzwu0fV6LOn_QtricDwnJrQadNHaqh5EWqiYAjYhtat_c80kPBcmqfN78bIQcLIxVO2U/s320/CelebrateToday.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356986994534142050" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Looking forward.</span><div><br /></div><div>I can look forward by peering straight ahead to see what is coming up, or by anticipating something that I know will happen. Either way, forward looking can lift my spirits. Looking forward unveils what's next or what's new. </div><div><br /></div><div>I find something to anticipate everyday. Even if today is nothing special—I look for something in the day to anticipate. This can be anything pleasant ....anything. I decide to call a friend, or pick up a movie to watch...or have a warm crusty loaf of bread with dinner...and then I think about it often during the day. I anticipate with gusto. It's half the fun. I let myself feel happy because I know this will happen. </div><div><br /></div><div>Today I'm looking forward to popcorn. I'm working late and missing dinner with Tom. So, we've made plans to make popcorn when we are both finally home. I'm looking forward snuggling on the love seat with our bowl of popcorn wedged between us. We share and get caught up on some TV. See, nothing exotic or out of the ordinary, but I love sharing popcorn with Tom. So this is my anticipation for the day. </div><div><br /></div><div>What are you looking forward to? Pick! And then, revel in the anticipation!</div><div><br /></div><div>Remember Life is Everyday!</div><div>Anticipate the ordinary, and you'll have a extraordinary moment that is worth a look forward.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Buffington Design and Illustrationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061911662143470880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805696107258343241.post-33184707283353689622009-07-09T15:54:00.000-07:002009-07-09T16:40:46.697-07:00Well, hello there<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Welcome!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">LIfe is EVERY day. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Celebrate something!</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><div><br /></div></span></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Get out the candles, and the pretty glasses you save for special occasions. The ordinary can be exciting with a little help. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Look around right now and think about ordinary things that bring a smile...like favorite jeans, folded potato chips, chocolate, birdsong, morning coffee. Think about laughing; about being comfortable, or about the place that brings peace. And then...go, do, be and enjoy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This blog is about celebrating the ordinary... Crusty bread, moist cake, funny stories, wearing fancy shoes to the grocery store; being dressed-up when it's unexpected; getting out the special china on Monday, or lighting candles for dinner on Tuesday. Why not? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Life is EVERY day...let's celebrate!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I design and illustrate art that helps bring the bliss to the midweek and mundane. Bright colors, pretty products and happy illustrations that create smiles and help the world remember to celebrate today by anticipating something ordinary. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Come and visit my blog to look for some sunshine. I'll share the little things that have made me smile. I tell you how I've celebrated the day. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">So tonight...get out the cool stemware—even if it's only for grape juice!</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dare to enjoy! I'll chat with you later.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div>Buffington Design and Illustrationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13061911662143470880noreply@blogger.com0