The 2nd Wednesday

so what's so special about Wednesdays? Well at least until January, I am in the position of being able to take Wednesdays off without suffering loss of income.  This is because I work a butt load of overtime which turns into comp time during the spring/summer. Usually I kinda just piss it away here and there; but trying to be a bit more - oh - productive with the benefits I have - trying some new projects, ideas, etc.  One of them is this blog. One of them is a collaboration with my seester.

This is my seester.






                            

 This is also my seester. 

(that's me on the right) 

My seester (yes I know it's spelled sister), is a great photographer - has a natural eye for those perfect shots...perfect shots for greeting cards.  How I know this is that I have a card thing - a habit or an - addiction if you prefer.  I have bought cards as long as I have had my own income.  I know a good card when I see it - and seemingly every photo my sister takes is "the perfect greeting card" photo. I swear. Wait, you'll see soon enough.

 So after years of begging, cajoling, yelling, and trying (with no success) to get my sister to make cards from her photos - - I have started a project. [truth be told there's a bunch of ideas I have for cards and this is an easy way to get started without putting my own creativity out there, just yet; yes, that's right - I am using my sister as a foil.]

Taterpickle Papers has been unofficially launched with our first artist Pic*Mic Designs (the first order of cards is already being prepared for shipping!).  I am truly sick with anxiety.  But I know this must happen - it is my present to my sister. And I spose a present to myself.  I am excited to share her view of the world with the world. It's so pretty.

Dad reports via my other sister  - um, well this photo was about 15 years ago... but any way... Dad told her that I have reported that we have had 200 degree temps here all summer. Wow Dad. Way to exaggerate.  My sister being a smarty-pants said something to the effect of "well, I don't think they have been THAT high" and Dad replied - "well they still use Fahrenheit down there you know..."

Yep. We do.

Yikers my battery is dying. I am lazy. It's late. I guess I am done for the night.

Making progress. More writing must be done. Poems, and all that rot. Tomorrow.