One Fine Day // In 5 Photos or Less

Today was fine, but a little stressful. I ain't gonna lie. Nothing bad happened, but sometimes good things happening all at once can be stressful, too. Your body doesn't know the difference.
So between house-selling, house-buying, running two really small businesses on my own, going into the studio to help my fiancee work on his new CD, and counting the days until the wedding (8) and the things I need to get done between now and then (372), it's been a pretty full day.

On the other hand, today was good. I laughed a ton (as usual), mostly thanks to the hilarious people at the recording studio, including our good friend, Guthrie Kennard. Oh, and I got to eat Indian food, which could make almost any day great. I also re-learned something I already knew, but it was a good refresher: Never despair the people you aren't keeping the attention(s) of, just be thankful for the ones who do show up to say "hey, great glocktopus picture, Ashley." :-D

Yes, I drew this. Yes, I am weird.
However, apparently I'm not the first to have thought of this...scary, I know.

Anyway, here is photographic documentation of my day in 5 photos or less.

1. strawberries for breakfast; shot with SuperPopCam for iPhone
2. recording studio stuff
3. the incomparable Guthrie Kennard, a great friend and great artist who consistently shows up to support Thom and I in our endeavors (really appreciated, Guthrie we love you!)
4. the wallpaper in the bathroom of Eagle Audio Recording Studio in all its glory
5. drive-by photo of some old school stores I like the look of: Food M Store and EZ TV rental; shot with VSCO Cam, which is fast becoming my favorite camera app

I'm going to go eat red velvet ice cream now and watch Anne of Green Gables with someone who loves me...a heck of a lot.

Cheers,

Ashley

At the Courthouse // Marriage License

                  Marble, glass, steel, and paper.

                  Date of birth, name, identification.

                  Secret smiles, photographs, documentation.

                  Yes, I'll marry you.

xoxo,

Ashley

App Addict - Flowpaper (and how your anger toward me for hating the iPad is a psychological defense mechanism called identification)

I have always wanted to paint. Mostly using oil paints and watercolors. However, outside of public school art classes, I've not really made the effort (not that I would have time anyway between writing, photographing things, housewifery, et cetera.) 


The other day I discovered a wonderful application for my iPhone, which allows me to get my painting fix...sort-of. It's called Flowpaper and basically what it does is allow you to create lovely flowing ribbons of color (you may choose the color or a combination of colors) using some principles of physics...and your finger. It's like finger-painting meets science...but without the mess or the math (though I'm perfectly okay with either).


Fellows, take it from me. Flowpaper. Is. Addictive. And it's only 99 cents, so it's probably way cheaper than anything else you're addicted to right now (smile!) It's one of those apps that will drive people like me (perfectionists) crazy. It creates that frantic feeling that you're just SO CLOSE to creating a masterpiece and if you keep erasing and starting again, you'll have it. 


Here is my most favorite "painting" I have created with Flowpaper in the past few days that is not a nude woman (teehee). I urge you to download this app yourself, try it out, and then appreciate my mad skills. It is NOT as easy as it looks!

See?! It's a fancy fish and a cute little bird (a Bluejay, let's say...or Cardinal...I like both) with his wings extended and his tiny legs outstretched for landing. It took me approximately 5 minutes to create this...after I spent 15-20 creating and erasing to figure out how the patterns work. 


Go try it! Apparently it works on the iPad, as well...and now that I think of it, is probably slightly easier to use on one of those, but...to me the iPhone verses the iPad is the difference between college ruled notebook paper and those icky brown preschool sheets of paper with the thick dashed lines and enormous spacing. Or, if you'd rather, a scalpel versus a child's safety scissors. 


Now, don't get all offended if you love the iPad. It's not as though you invented it, after all. It is a piece of electronics, not your sister. Though, I know the same principles of psychological defense mechanisms (identification, to be exact) apply to loving Apple products and defending their meritoriousness as do joining sports teams or gangs or countercultures. So I pretty much expect some of you to resent my comments on a deeply personal level...which is exactly what Apple strives for, though not what I have intended. I'm just glad you're not in a gang.


Big smile. The End!