Speechless


While I was doing my grocery shopping at Super Target today (a horrifying experience worthy of it’s own blog entry), I spotted this dress hanging on a rack at the edge of the women’s clothing section.

It made such an impression on me that I took it upon myself to find it on Target’s website, just so I could share it with you all.

Seriously, what a miserable throwback to the mid-80’s! I think I had one of those bubble-type skirts in 4th grade. Throw a strapless top on the thing, and use a gaudy blue and green plaid, and you get this concoction.

Who is the target audience for this article of clothing? I don’t even know any 13 year olds who would think this was cool.

It’s just plain foul. That’s all there is to it.

And you too can own it for the bargain price of $39.99!!

Speechless


While I was doing my grocery shopping at Super Target today (a horrifying experience worthy of it’s own blog entry), I spotted this dress hanging on a rack at the edge of the women’s clothing section.

It made such an impression on me that I took it upon myself to find it on Target’s website, just so I could share it with you all.

Seriously, what a miserable throwback to the mid-80’s! I think I had one of those bubble-type skirts in 4th grade. Throw a strapless top on the thing, and use a gaudy blue and green plaid, and you get this concoction.

Who is the target audience for this article of clothing? I don’t even know any 13 year olds who would think this was cool.

It’s just plain foul. That’s all there is to it.

And you too can own it for the bargain price of $39.99!!

Snail Mail

I checked the mailbox last night on my way home from Steamboat, and found inside the self-addressed stamped envelope that I sent in with my entry to the Oil Painters of America National Show. Talk about nerves – I haven’t been so nervous to open something in a LONG time!

It reminded me of when I was a senior in high school and I would check the mail for responses from colleges. I always looked for a big, fat envelope from the colleges at the top of my list because that would mean that they had sent an acceptance letter along with a bunch of fun info about the school. A thin business-sized envelope signaled rejection in a few sentences – heartbreak.

Getting a response about an art show is kind of similar. When you enter an art show, you typically send slides of your painting(s) with your application, and enclose an SASE for the response. If you’re declined, they send your slides back in the SASE. If you’re accepted, they keep the slides on file and send you instructions for delivering your painting.

So, of course, the first thing I did when I checked the mail was feel the envelope for my slide. And it wasn’t there!!! Sure enough, inside was my acceptance to the 15th Annual Exhibition of Traditional Oils – wahoo!!!

I’m totally psyched. This is one of a handful of big shows that were on my “goal” list for the next few years and I didn’t even think I’d get accepted this year. But I did, and I’m totally excited because this means that my painting is going to hang in the same gallery with some of the most amazing painters alive today – how cool is that? And it gives me something of substance to put on my resume – finally!

The show runs May 5 to June 13 at the Dana Gallery in Missoula, Montana. I’m hoping to get up there for the opening, but it’ll be tricky – Nate’s graduation for his MBA is the day after the opening, and that’s a definite no-miss event, so we’ll see what we can swing.

Either way, I’m excited – I feel like a lot of my hard work last year is finally starting to pay off!!

Snail Mail

I checked the mailbox last night on my way home from Steamboat, and found inside the self-addressed stamped envelope that I sent in with my entry to the Oil Painters of America National Show. Talk about nerves – I haven’t been so nervous to open something in a LONG time!

It reminded me of when I was a senior in high school and I would check the mail for responses from colleges. I always looked for a big, fat envelope from the colleges at the top of my list because that would mean that they had sent an acceptance letter along with a bunch of fun info about the school. A thin business-sized envelope signaled rejection in a few sentences – heartbreak.

Getting a response about an art show is kind of similar. When you enter an art show, you typically send slides of your painting(s) with your application, and enclose an SASE for the response. If you’re declined, they send your slides back in the SASE. If you’re accepted, they keep the slides on file and send you instructions for delivering your painting.

So, of course, the first thing I did when I checked the mail was feel the envelope for my slide. And it wasn’t there!!! Sure enough, inside was my acceptance to the 15th Annual Exhibition of Traditional Oils – wahoo!!!

I’m totally psyched. This is one of a handful of big shows that were on my “goal” list for the next few years and I didn’t even think I’d get accepted this year. But I did, and I’m totally excited because this means that my painting is going to hang in the same gallery with some of the most amazing painters alive today – how cool is that? And it gives me something of substance to put on my resume – finally!

The show runs May 5 to June 13 at the Dana Gallery in Missoula, Montana. I’m hoping to get up there for the opening, but it’ll be tricky – Nate’s graduation for his MBA is the day after the opening, and that’s a definite no-miss event, so we’ll see what we can swing.

Either way, I’m excited – I feel like a lot of my hard work last year is finally starting to pay off!!

Young Lady?

Our procurement manager just got on the elevator with me and said something that involved referring to me as “young lady.”

I don’t even remember what we were talking about, because as soon as he called me “young lady,” I felt like I was in elementary school and being scolded for drawing on a desk* or something, rather than standing in an elevator at my very grown-up type of job.

I know the men I work with are old enough to be my father, but I just can’t believe someone just called me “young lady.” I’m going to retreat into my cube now and spend the rest of the day feeling like I’m about 10 years old….

On another note, as I was typing this the word “young” started to look really weird to me, to the point where I started to wonder if anyone would know what I was talking about. I hate those moments where perfectly normal words start to look like they aren’t English just because you look at them too long.

* Not that I ever did such a thing.