Friday, February 13, 2009
Leah's Baby Shower
In March I am co-hosting a baby shower for Leah Babb. Leah and I are the media department at Miskelly Furniture and she is such an amazing person. Kind, patient, loving, caring & considerate. No doubt she is going to make a wonderful mother. Hadley Claire Babb is due in a few short months and I can't wait. Although I have no idea how Miskelly Furniture will survive without her. Congrats Leah!
Jason + Emily: Getting Hitched
Tying the knot, Jumping the broom, Taking the plunge,
Buying the cow, Hooking up the ball and chain...
Yep they're doing it. And I love it. I am a hopeless romantic and quite a sucker for love. The other night at the rodeo, a guy purposed in front of everyone. I cried. Yes, I know.. sucker.
Any who, my wonderful cousin is marrying the coolest possible woman I could imagine. She's beautiful and hilarious and I must say that they both hit the jackpot. I've been curling up in my cousins teddy bear lap since I was merely moments out of the delivery room and it has been both an honor and a pleasure to design these invites for him. Jason and Emily will be getting married in a small ceremony, with only their immediate family present followed by a good ole southern get-together. Can't wait!
Best wishes to you both and to a life long happiness together.
Final Invitation
I also did a thank you note to match their invitations.
Buying the cow, Hooking up the ball and chain...
Yep they're doing it. And I love it. I am a hopeless romantic and quite a sucker for love. The other night at the rodeo, a guy purposed in front of everyone. I cried. Yes, I know.. sucker.
Any who, my wonderful cousin is marrying the coolest possible woman I could imagine. She's beautiful and hilarious and I must say that they both hit the jackpot. I've been curling up in my cousins teddy bear lap since I was merely moments out of the delivery room and it has been both an honor and a pleasure to design these invites for him. Jason and Emily will be getting married in a small ceremony, with only their immediate family present followed by a good ole southern get-together. Can't wait!
Best wishes to you both and to a life long happiness together.
Final Invitation
I also did a thank you note to match their invitations.
Mother like no other
I got this e-mail recently and it just touched my heart so that I thought I'd share. I have a really awesome mother and I know ya'll all do as well. On valentines day I thought it'd be wonderful not only to think about the love I share with Matt but the love I share with my mother and all the people that I am blessed to have in my life.
My Mother and My Granny - July 20, 1974
My Mother and I
The yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away.
You're not taking that old thing, are you?' Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. 'I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!'
It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!' I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it.
After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.
The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois . But, that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 25 years earlier.
That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her 'real' gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again..
The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!
And so the pattern was set.
On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.
In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois . As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, 'So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up.'
I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor? My courage was renewed.
Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer.
Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet.
Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words 'I BELONG TO PAT.'
Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters.
Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, 'I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER.' But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington , VA. We enclosed an official looking letter from 'The Institute for the Destitute,' announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds.
I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.
Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: 'Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother.'
That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: 'I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me.'
The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.
I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.
In honor of my wonderful granny. The mother who made my mother the mother she is who made me the mother I hope to be.
My Mother and My Granny - July 20, 1974
My Mother and I
The yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away.
You're not taking that old thing, are you?' Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. 'I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!'
It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!' I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it.
After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.
The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois . But, that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 25 years earlier.
That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her 'real' gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again..
The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!
And so the pattern was set.
On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.
In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois . As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, 'So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up.'
I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor? My courage was renewed.
Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer.
Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet.
Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words 'I BELONG TO PAT.'
Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters.
Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, 'I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER.' But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington , VA. We enclosed an official looking letter from 'The Institute for the Destitute,' announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds.
I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.
Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: 'Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother.'
That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: 'I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me.'
The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.
I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.
In honor of my wonderful granny. The mother who made my mother the mother she is who made me the mother I hope to be.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Party Party Party!!!!
I know.. I know.. I've been a blogger slacker. But I promise to try to do better. After being on the computer all day at work, I barely open my home computer. BUT excuses are like well you know.. So. NO EXCUSES! I'll do better!
I am going to do a lot of back-posting first before I get a few of my recent pieces out to you. Hope you enjoy!
This is a baby shower invite I did a while back for Lesha, one of my dear friends at Miskelly. She now has a beautiful boy and he is possibly the most precious little boy ever!
If you watch tv at all... ever... you've seen a Miskelly TV commercial. And I'd be willing to bet you've seen a Miskelly Mattress commercial highlighting Dr. V.! Well I work in the corporate office with Alan VonderHaar (Dr. V) and he truley is a bright ray of sunshine around here practically every moment of the day. Alan and his wife have 4 really cool kids who attend Brandon and I am so thankful that he has given me quite a few opportunities to get creative for some of his kids parties and activities. Above is an invitation I did for his son Wilson's Ninth Birthday Campout Party.
My best friend Amy Kennedy Miller got married last May. Amy and I have been best friends since third grade when she moved here from Germany and I fought over her with Nikki Chancellor. Amy is a beautiful Woman of God and she married the love of her life Josh and they moved to Anniston, Georgia where he serves as Youth Pastor for a church there. We had a shower for Amy at my parents house and above is the invitation.
I also did Amy's Wedding Programs which I will post very soon.
Hope you enjoyed and remember I'd LOVE to hear your feedback!
I am going to do a lot of back-posting first before I get a few of my recent pieces out to you. Hope you enjoy!
This is a baby shower invite I did a while back for Lesha, one of my dear friends at Miskelly. She now has a beautiful boy and he is possibly the most precious little boy ever!
If you watch tv at all... ever... you've seen a Miskelly TV commercial. And I'd be willing to bet you've seen a Miskelly Mattress commercial highlighting Dr. V.! Well I work in the corporate office with Alan VonderHaar (Dr. V) and he truley is a bright ray of sunshine around here practically every moment of the day. Alan and his wife have 4 really cool kids who attend Brandon and I am so thankful that he has given me quite a few opportunities to get creative for some of his kids parties and activities. Above is an invitation I did for his son Wilson's Ninth Birthday Campout Party.
My best friend Amy Kennedy Miller got married last May. Amy and I have been best friends since third grade when she moved here from Germany and I fought over her with Nikki Chancellor. Amy is a beautiful Woman of God and she married the love of her life Josh and they moved to Anniston, Georgia where he serves as Youth Pastor for a church there. We had a shower for Amy at my parents house and above is the invitation.
I also did Amy's Wedding Programs which I will post very soon.
Hope you enjoyed and remember I'd LOVE to hear your feedback!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Merry Christmas!
This was my first year to do a Christmas card and I was so excited. My beautiful friend and co-worker Jennifer did the photography for the card and I must say that Matt, Beaux-man and I thoroughly enjoyed it. And wow what a talent!
Forest Country Club Golf Tournament T-Shirt
This t-shirt I designed for a golf tournament in my hometown, Forest, MS. If you don't know of Forest's Reputation for the numerous chicken plants. Tyson?.. Yep it's in Forest. So, of course no event is complete without a chicken theme.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Loved. Direct Mailer Piece
After creating an identity package for Shannon Love she really wanted to do something to get the word out about her business. She decided on a direct mail piece and we worked with a local company to pull a list of possible clients in the Rankin County area to mail to. The postcard hi-lighted in more detail the type of people her business would serve.
I was ecstatic about the way this Direct Mailer/Postcard turned out. And of course, as usual Mrs. Shannon was a dream to work with. She's such a strong woman with a kind and loving heart. Simply being surrounded by her joy was infectious.
Hope you enjoy! And don't forget if you click on the piece it will open larger for you to view more clearly.
I was ecstatic about the way this Direct Mailer/Postcard turned out. And of course, as usual Mrs. Shannon was a dream to work with. She's such a strong woman with a kind and loving heart. Simply being surrounded by her joy was infectious.
Hope you enjoy! And don't forget if you click on the piece it will open larger for you to view more clearly.
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