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Good morning Reader! It's 9AM on a Sunday as I write this and I've been up for * checks watch * three and a half hours. Sleep has always tormented me since becoming a mother. My oldest didn't sleep for more than 45 minutes to two hours for... years. And then somehow the second showed up (yes, I do know how). He slept better, but it's been some kind of sleep disturbance every few hours for years until lately. Always someone in the middle of the bed, asking for water or kicking his foot up and out over me. I can't sleep when someone is touching me. I get a little yell-y when I have not rested, as I think we all do when we haven't rested AND there's two screaming Tasmanian Devils terrorizing your habitat. But I love them more than my own sanity, so there's that. My sleep hygiene is exquisite now. Several kinds of magnesium, sleep gummies, ear plugs and eye mask. Spa music. Every night is a sensual celebration of losing consciousness. But there can still be periods of.... small body obstacles. Once the large creature woke up (because if I let him sleep longer, he's nicer all day), I was able to throw bacon and pancakes at him and sequester myself in my Dragon Cave to do what I do best: get my pens ready for the week. I'd like to share a few recent journal spreads that are varying levels of lovely and imperfect. And a rundown of my daily carry pens and inks that have been keeping me company through the end of the summer and into early fall. This first spread features Rambuctious Raccoons washi by a local RVA artist Allison Stoiser Art and it's perfect in every way. I also sketched some of the youtubers I've been watching as some face practice. I find my faces never look right and have a peculiar character. I don't mind it. I also shared a tiny birthday present to myself, an astonishingly useless tiny fanny pack. It's just so precious. Journal tip: Write down random words that tickle your brain. When a friend was visiting, we went to a (bad) improv show. But now I have the phrase "rat scientist" to enjoy the rest of my life. And after that, we went to dinner and the waitress described the dessert sorbet as rather potent. I love it. Pens featured here include...
I brought in some pinks and sunny turqoise for this one. I was going back through to fill in space, just trying to think of visually interesting things to test out. I used some Strawberry and Lemon stickers from a washi roll I got at Jet Pens. Then practiced some leaves and lines. Stickers from Stickii. Did another funny face, a lady with attitude. Pens featured here include...
On this spread I documented my beverage situation down the side with a quick sketch. Then wanted to feature and remember these dragon stamp stickers forever. Those were placed first, then the drinks, then the journal entry. Pens featured here include...
Finally... well, I see a lot more pink and blue. I guess I have a type! For this one, I made a cloud of good and bad things. Life seems to have a lot of both basically all the time, shouting in my head. The washi Kuni Washi Tape, and it's a local one I got at the 2024 Yoseka Stationery Fest. I kept the artist's business card because it's so gorgeous, from Radhia Rahman. Pens featured here include...
(The paper throughout is a 2023 Hobonitchi Techo Cousin. I bought a big stack and re-date them because I prefer the paper.) Pen Stasis (Or, addiction isn't a prerequisite)The ongoing joke on Reddit and among enthusiasts is that pen collecting is addictive. I definitely get that and had phases of it, but I want to testify that after a period of figuring out my likes and hyperfixating on learning all there is to know, I have kept the same pens around for a very long time now! I am very pleased with my collection, and I have no plans to add right now. So, just in case you were worried about getting down the rabbit hole yourself, or worried about me... you can be at peace. I think at the height, my collection had close to 30 (?). And now I'm closer to 20, and use about 9 as daily drivers/always on me. I rotate 3-5 in and out each week, I'd say. (OK... so, I bet that sounds pretty insane to a normal person, now that I think about it. But yes, the 9 pens do very different things!!!!) I'll always have an eye out for a couple things... (Looking at you Pilot x Usagiya 70th Capless Vanishing Point Oboroduki!!!) ... But in general, my focus right now is on using, loving, and experimenting with these beauties. I'll have to do a pen family update sometime to document the 2025 collection. Little life updatesThe rest of this month is looking very small, because I waited too long to write again. November is right there, everybody! But the next few weeks show a nice slow slug-crawl to the end of the year. Some things:
Day in the lifeMy schedule looks something like this most days... 6AM
815AM
2:20PM
3:30-4:30PM
4:30PM
Thanks for humoring me on this... writing out makes it easier to spot how I could save some time each week. Mainly:
Thank you for readingI guess I had a lot to say after all! Thank you for listening. Sarah G. |
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My greatest fear might just getting up on a stage and singing a song to people. It wouldn’t matter if it was my own creation and I'd lived through the lyrics—I'm simply telling you that the words could never possibly be summoned to my mouth in order. My mind would go blank and, especially if it had been a while since my last improv class, I bet I wouldn’t even think of clever alternative words or anything verbal at all. I would just turn red in the face and my eyes would search the...
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