No, I'm not going back to school. Quite frankly, I never want to go to school again. I did my time. Unfortunately, I wish I did my time doing something different. Something a bit more useful, like graphic design and/or web design. I curse myself every time I have to pay someone else to create something amazing. Right now, my mom would tell me that I do a good job on my own. And I would reply, "yeah I know mom, but I want to be able to make something really good". I wish I knew how to use all the Photoshops and Illustrators and Dreamweavers (by the way, does anyone else break into song when they see that program? Dream weaver, I believe you can get me through the niiiight) I don't want to make graphics in Word, using shapes anymore. I just don't. Seriously, I do that.
But like I said, I don't want to go back to school. I don't even have the time, patience or brain space to learn the programs on my own. But now that Picnik will soon be kaput but replaced by the comparable picmonkey, I might not ever have to open Word, enlarge a text box and fill it with a burlap texture again! In fact, I was pretty proud of myself for creating a little invitation for a birthday party I'm planning this summer using picnik. It's for the Kate Spade-inspired party. What do you think? I think a good font can do wonders.
So while part of me wishes I had the real know-how, the cheap part of me gets super excited when I can make something half-decent and not have to fork over money to anyone else. Funny enough, this train of thought also applies to my lack of sewing talent.
I am always ALWAYS jealous of other bloggers' sewing talent. When they whip up throw pillow covers or outfit their whole house in custom curtains...greeeeeen with envy. So yeah, I wish I knew how to sew. I wish someone had taught me during my formidable years because now? Same thing, no patience, no brain space. So again, I did the next best thing. I became an expert at Stitch Witchery. I can no-sew a tuxedo for you if you need one. No problemo.
I no-sewed some pillow covers for my guest house a few years ago...
then hunched over my ironing board for a few nights making some no-sew curtain panels for my dining room...
So maybe after Gabe and any future hellions grow up and Bottle Pop has become a conglomerate, I'll sit back and take a few classes at Pennsylvania Graphic Design, Sewing & Clown College.
That exists, right?