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Lela Rose Fall 2014

Yesterday morning was the happiest of mornings. I woke up still reeling from a magical Saturday night with friends and family celebrating our engagement and somehow got my swollen feet back into my heels and headed up town for the Lela Rose fashion show. Nothing kicks the usually unavoidable Sunday fatigue like Lincoln Center during fashion week, waiting in the darkened salon in a sea of floating iPhone screens for the lights to suddenly burst to life with a surge of awesome music and beautiful fashion floating past.

I have come through an arc of feelings about fashion week – intimidation when I first moved to New York later gave way to indifference as it became a regular occurrence. And now finally with a few years of perspective under my belt, I can safely say I love it – whether I’m invited or not. It really is an inspiring aspect of life in New York.

Lela’s show was feminine and wearable and made me question every outfit I’ve already bought for my wedding. Congratulations to her and her team on a beautiful fall collection!

Sisterly Love

With Valentines Day just around the corner, I thought I’d share a loving little commission sketch. How sweet are these sisters? Painting children is simultaneously one of the hardest and one of the most fun kinds of commission for me. As you may have noticed – adding a little extra pudge to my figures isn’t my first instinct – so getting a perfectly plump baby cheek is a sweet challenge!

Ferocious February

We made it through January, it’s time to flip the page to a new month and slip into something a little racier, grab your pet jungle cat and head out to a three martini lunch. Why not? This is the wonderful world of illustration and anything is possible!

This sketch is an ode to the kind of woman who doesn’t return emails, who elopes or just adopts a british accent for the day. There’s something so feminine about being a little bit crazy and unpredictable – a little bit like a jungle cat. It is something I can’t claim to have any kind of mastery of as a type A, practical, obsessively organized person. But I do admire it in others while I am remembering to always switch out my Britta water filter every 90 days.

This sketch was born out of these three images, and of course my admiration for all things whimsical and powerfully feminine.

bey

So. I don’t know about you, but personally, I don’t love all the bey-shaming that’s going on on Pinterest these days. At first I laughed when I saw that pin and thought nothing of it. But when my yoga teacher told us to meditate on it for a full 75 minute class, I realized I’d had enough.

“You have as many hours in the day as Beyonce” was probably meant to be inspiring. But, as someone who can’t manage to get through a single to-do list ever, much less run a music empire, that statement is kind of defeating.

I mean, so what. 24 hours. We all have this gift every day. But you know what I don’t have? Beyonce’s talent. Time and talent are two things that exist in totally separate universes.

So I say, let’s all take a moment to marvel at Beyonce, accept that none of us will ever achieve what she has and be happy that at least she exists to make our own average 24 hours that much more interesting.

That’s my public service announcement, self-help mantra for the day. Stop beating yourself up on pinterest. Beyonce and I love you just the way you are.

Ps. a watercolor print of Beyonce would add a certain je ne sais quoi to that gallery wall you’re working on

from the desk of Events by Reagan

Happy Friday! Here’s a fun recent commission for a friend of mine, Reagan of Events by Reagan. Reagan got her start as a wedding planner learning from the fabulous Kristin Newman and now is working for herself. You can find her through her beautiful new website, I highly recommend if you’re looking for a planner!

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