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June 21, 2009

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do

{picture-heavy post up-ahead, most of which has been pre-tweeted/facebooked}

While this is effectively the second month of my 8-5 rebellion, here’s the official announcement;

I am now a freelancer.

I’ve swapped traffic terrors to battle pyjama-procrastination, with some losses and a few wins. I’ve just passed that stage where the amount of free time was so novel and overwhelming, that all I did was whittle it away on long breakfasts, catch-ups with friends, google reader, twitter and The Office (Dunder Mifflin’s and not frayintermedia’s).

But redemption came via little fits of productivity and I did a bit of writing, co-facilitated a design and layout training session at the IAJ, populatedÂ www.colournoun.co.za with some examples of work and

magicked this

into this (still cluttered but now there’s a semblance of method to the madness).

I also pepped up a fongkong-moleskine I got at Woolworths…

…and played with some modge-podge (I can see now that it needed more layers of the modge).

I made a couple more cards and have stocked up on enough supplies to launch Soul&Paper quite soon. Look out for the blog with more details.

Now that my time has been returned to me, I hope to get down to reading some of these…

…and writing more towards something that would be worth a space on some shelf somewhere.

Some things I’ve learnt from my time at home so far:

Your day only starts when you get out of your pyjamas.

You can sleep too much.

Your rozi* will find you.

*rozi-sustenance/daily bread/income

As it is mine, may this be your guide too:

March 30, 2009

I put the cool in cardcraft

It was sometime mid-Neogene, Standard Four to be more specific, when I used to be the purveyor of, among other things, handwritten cards.

It was not a venture that would lead towards prodigious riches, but I earned enough to keep my heels well greased in chip rolls and other such brain-building fare offered by the school’s tuckshop.

My gran’s sister-in-law, fascinated by this venture, ordered a card for R5. (I immediately pegged those ronts to be spent on the latest Archie comic digest – how much do they sell for these days? Does anyone know?)

I promised Jubeida Mami I would deliver on my next visit to the East Rand.

But as the pocket money ran out, so did my entrepreneurial fervour, and I never did get around to filling her order.

Until now. Fifteen years later.

Would you say she got her money’s worth?