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Location, Location, Location!


Well, the time has come to put away my "going out clothes" (the ones I used to wear before the baby, the ones that I almost got back into after the baby, but then got pregnant again and now, not so much!)

The time has also come to put away my summer-winter gear... for those who don't live in San Francisco, this means that I will have to sadly retire my regular August attire until much much later in the 'actual' winter season; my down-filled North Face puffy vest, scarf, hat and mittens.

And lastly, the time has come to pack up my stereotypes of people (ahem, designers!) who don't live in large, metropolitan areas! We are moving.

While technically there are only three of us living at our house, the USPS told me that, in fact, there are 6 of us sharing this space; some for personal reasons, and other for business. My husband, baby and maiden-named self all live here. My married-name self, combo-married/maiden-named self and my business-self all work here. Each of us had to submit a change of address form.

I have lived in San Francisco for 10 years. 10 amazing, wonderful, hip, urban, frigid-August years. I have loved the culture, the energy, the incredible phenomenal restaurants and even more than that, I have loved learning exactly where the right place is to go, or the right person to see for any need imaginable. I have been called "The Mayor of Polk Street" before, and not just once... this city has become a part of me and I am truly sad to be leaving.

Hillsborough is a gorgeous city about 30 minutes south of San Francisco. The hills, the gorgeous homes, the easy freeway access... it's a dream community. But that is not where we're moving!

Burlingame, just east of Hillsborough, is also a fabulous community. Burlingame Avenue is filled with cute shops, restaurants and it's about as city-like as you get. The homes are sweet, there are tremendous public schools and the weather is fantastic. But we are also not moving there. About 2 miles south of Hillsborough and Burlingame there is a town called San Mateo. With 90,000 residents, it's not exactly "small" (in fact, it's 3x the size of Burlingame!) but it offers tree-lined streets, great schools, amazing weather, and a 3bd/2ba home with our name on it!

With another little girl on the way, and Brad's commute taking 2hrs each way some days, it just became clear that unless we could hire a chauffeur, and someone to stop time every afternoon, a move was necessary. In our new 'hood' there's not much in the way of a street scene, but I can walk to a Starbucks, Safeway and a Long's drugs. While this sounds sad and depressing (maybe only to me!) it might actually benefit me and encourage me to not leave my office during business hours... forcing me to be even more productive, creative and efficient.

I struggle with what it means to be a designer in San Mateo, versus one in the city. The city is like a drug to me - I crave it, I breathe it in, I exhale it... it empowers me and motivates me. it inspires me. I don't know who I am in San Mateo yet, and maybe it'll take me some time to figure it out, but I guess there's only one way to know. As my very good friend from Nashville says "The only way to it, is through it". She's so right. I will try to keep my biases and skepticisms on the DL while I find my way. (I said "try"!)

Worst case scenario -- only 30 minutes north of Hillsborough-South, my city is there waiting for me.



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Style Me Pretty




So, as you all know about my penchant for Wedding Porn, it will come as no surprise that the Porn doesn't only take the shape of magazines.  Wedding blogs, wedding websites, photography websites, invitation-design websites... it all falls under the same category.  Professionally I choose to call it R&D, but I think we all know what it really is!

Anyway, there is a website out there that caters to the likes of addicts such as myself.  It is chock full of delicious photos and stories about all things wedding.  It is the "end all, be all" for wedding professionals and brides-to-be and I am surely not alone in my love for this site.  It is called Style Me Pretty and it is like the industry bible!

Maybe it's not even like the bible.. it's like an old episode of Arsenio Hall.  Do you remember when his guests would come on and he'd be like "you are awesome".  The guest would say "no, no, YOU are awesome".  And they would go back and forth, professing their love for each other until the time ran out and there was no actual interview!  

This is sort of the same thing... it's like a wedding love fest for all things stylish and beautiful.

Anyway, several months ago I decided to write an email to Abby, the editor of Style Me Pretty, introducing her to little ol' me.  I wrote an email, with photos of my work, and tried to find a balance of "I adore you" combined with "I'm worth it, I swear!", with a just a hint of "Seriously, I'm unique, and make gorgeous invitations, and you should definitely fall in love with me and write a huge piece about me on your blog so I can get some much deserved attention!"

Well, never actually having had the balls to send it, the email is still in my drafts folder!

Cut to yesterday.  The phone rings in the afternoon, it's a number I don't recognize.  I pick up and the woman on the other end of the phone says "Hi, this is Jessica with Style Me Pretty".  

My heart started beating quickly, my mind started racing.  Was this really happening?  

"Jenn, I just saw your website and thought it was amazing, so I forwarded it to my editor Abby and she thought it was amazing too.  She wanted me to get in touch with you immediately..."

As Jessica was talking, it started sounding better and better.  Had they figured out how amazing my invitation skills are?  Did they want to do a huge story on me?  Were they calling to lavish me with praise?

"Jenn, we thought you would be a perfect..."

Yes, yes... go on.

"Jenn, we thought you would be a perfect fit for our website, and wondered if you would... {pause} like to advertise on our site?"

Uhmmm, WHAT?  Advertise?  Oh. {deflated sigh!} 

Well, it turns out that Style Me Pretty hand selects it's advertisers and they thought enough of me to ask me to pay them thousands of dollars to have my name appear on their site.  It's not exactly what I was hoping for, but I suppose in Wedding Porn world, and as a true addict, it's nearly as good!  



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I'm so flattered...


I got an email this morning from a woman I've never met.  
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Hey Jenn!  I just wanted to let you know that we have done a post about 13 Creative on our blog for Weddings Unveiled, called Completely Unveiled.

We love your stuff!!

You can check out the post here:
http://weddingsunveiledblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/13-creative.html

Thanks,
Anne Marie
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Well, NO NO Anne Marie, THANK YOU!  This was a ray of sunshine in my day and I feel so honored to have inspired someone to shout their affection for *moi* from the rooftops (or blog tops as she puts it!)

http://weddingsunveiledblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/13-creative.html


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Mecca


I'm 35,000 feet up, on a plane (with wi-fi), somewhere over Ohio (or maybe Pennsylvania by the time I finish writing this).  I'm headed for New York City, and the National Stationery Show (ooooh, ahhhhh... paper-lovers unite!)

I have wanted to go to this show for as long as I can remember; it is the end-all, be-all place for creative, paper-loving, invitation/stationery makers/sellers/distributors to show their wares. 

As a kid, there were really only 2 things I loved like crazy; paper and candy.  They are both sweet, and leave me wanting more.  And this week I am going to be like a kid in the paper-candy store!

Packing for this trip was harder than any other because I want to look professional but crafty.  Experienced yet vulnerable.  Hip but sweet.  I am a California girl hitting up New York City... this is a no flip-flop kind of town.  I am going for three days and I would be a liar if I didn't fess up about the 2nd pair of cowboy boots that I shoved in my carry-on, on the way out of the house, after Brad assured me that the 8 pairs of shoes that I had already packed were enough, and that my bag was guaranteed to be over the 50lb limit.  But it doesn't matter... I'll pay extra luggage fees in order to have the "choice" of what to wear when I walk into the convention center tomorrow morning.  It'll be mecca.  It'll be grand.  It'll be like the best buffet in the world.

And here's the thing about buffets... if you have patience (which clearly you all know I don't) you know that the best way to do a buffet is to do a "lap" around the food and figure out who's got what, and where, and plan your "attack" wisely so you don't fill up on the lame food and then find the most delicious food at the end, on your 4th plate, when there's no room left.  This show is going to be the same way.  I will try to practice restraint and exercise my will power, doing a lap around the convention center first, but this is surely going to be a challenge.  There will be sweet, colorful booths calling my name from every direction... stationery designers, wrapping paper producers, manufacturers of paper and related products...  I might have to just nibble.  {Everybody knows that there are no calories in food that you eat while standing up!}

However, there might be another lesson I could use to get through this... I will use another food reference if you don't mind; that of "fine dining".  Do you know what they do in fine dining restaurants?  They offer a "palate cleanse" in between courses to help you separate the dishes - and prepare your palate for what's to come.  It's like a reset button.  And I think I know JUST what to do when I get overloaded and my head's about to explode with pattern and prints...  Hello, Bergdorf's!!!


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Bad Bad girl


I have been a very bad girl as of late.

I am usually a good girl, but not in recent months.  Not, say, since March 10th of this year.

I am not a quiet or shy girl.  I'm not the girl who is afraid to speak her mind.  I am definitely not the girl who thinks before she speaks.  And with 1000% certainty, I am not a girl who has only a few small opinions.  Quite the contrary as a matter of fact!

But since my last blog post I have become a girl who censors herself, and questions herself.  Not about graphic design.  Not about gorgeous wedding invitations.  Not even about being a mom.  About blogging.

I seem to be a girl who is a little perplexed in the blogging department and can't find my way out of this hole.  My blog is like a blank white canvas with no marks on it... too perfect, shiny and pristine to "attack" and "dirty".

When I was at the Art Institute of Chicago in 1994 I had a painting teacher named Yee Jan Bao.  Yee Jan played the role of painting teacher/philosopher and we, as freshman students, ate it all up!  With each class we learned about new painting tips and techniques, new materials, new methods, all the while listening to his sage-like philosophies on painting and life.  During my class with him, he said something to me that I have never forgotten.  I may be paraphrasing here but it went something like this: "Never paint things you love.  Always paint things that you don't like because then it will never get precious and you will never feel scared to make marks.  That's why I love to paint bugs.  I hate bugs"

I need a bug.  A big one.  And I need someone to squish it on my blog and make a mess!

When I started my blog, I was pretty sure that I would be able to fill page after page with design-related content.  I wanted to be a cool, hip design blog about projects, thoughts and the like.  I didn't want to write every day, but I wanted to write when the feeling hit, when the iron was hot, and tell the world about what I saw and what I did and what I was thinking.  But the whole time I told myself it had to be about design.

Well, design isn't the only thing in my life - it's only one little bit of who I am.  I am a mom.  I am a wife.  I am a girl who used to leave dishes in the sink but doesn't anymore.  I am a girl who had to have 2 screwdrivers on the plane today because my husband wasn't with me to hold my hand.  I am lots of things and apparently I compartmentalize all of these things and don't let the different colors touch each other on the plate.  Yee Jan would be very upset!

Every time I think of writing something, I hear myself saying it's not "design-y" enough, or it's "too" mom-focused, or maybe it'll just sound like I'm patting myself on the back for a job well done.  This is hard for me because I want to be as good at this blog as I am at designing invitations (yes, I just patted myself on the back, but I'm sure you'll all indulge me this once!) but the lines are blurry and I like things all neat and tidy.

So, moving forward, I will try to write more and censor less.  I will try to "make marks" (or "press keys") and see what happens.



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No More X-Acto Blades On The Table


I'm a designer. And I'm a mom. But it happened in that order.

As my office is in the back of the house, it's inevitable that sometimes my projects (and my mess) leave the confines of the 13 Creative headquarters and try to make a beeline for the door. In fact, they tend to creep and crawl their way into the bedroom, the living room, the tv room, the kitchen, and sometimes the dining room. Well, to be clear, it used to be the dining room. It is now what we affectionately refer to as the playroom.

In it's glory days this "dining room" used to be the room where we entertained, where we drank wine, where we felt like "adults" (because "adults" don't sit on the couch and eat dinner off of plates on their laps!). Now, this beloved mark of adulthood and "finery" has pink and brown cushion-like tiles all over the floor and is littered with toys, books, dolls, and really insanely noisy, battery operated, objects made out of fluorescent green plastic, which if weren't magically able to quiet a crying child within seconds, would be chucked out the door faster than you can say "Helvetica!"

But I digress. This dining room cum playroom still has a table in it though - the only really "good one" in the house that isn't already covered in my "mess". And I use the word "mess" lightly because what is mess to others (aka: husband) is clear, organized and perfectly logical to me.

So, this table is my out-of-the-office sanctuary for cutting, assembling, producing, gluing and the all-time favorite, corner punching!
In the days pre Grace, this table would sit in the middle of the room, covered with the tools of my trade - papers, rulers, rhinestones, scraps, glue and of course the all mighty x-acto knife. My projects would go on for days in some cases, during the hefty production of a lavish wedding invitation or packaging mockups for a soon-to-be printed product. Brad and I would fight about "mess" and he would insist that my project got cleaned up each night and put away somehow. He would spend the night strategizing on different solutions for designer-moms to use so that each night projects could be placed out of the way and brought back to life in the morning without much hassle. I refused each and every brilliant suggestion however, offering up the "creative process" as a good enough reason to keep "mess" exactly where it was. Then I would ply him with wine and make him forget about our little argument!

Now, in the days post Grace, the table is still covered with the same tools although we have more arguments than I can count about sharp tools on the table. No amount of wine will make him forget - and boy have I tried! My how things change! I guess old habits die hard because no matter how much I love Grace, and desperately want for her to be safe at all times, I have the hardest damn time committing to removing my x-acto blades from the table each night!!

At Art Center the teachers drill it into your head that a dull x-acto blade is more dangerous than a sharp one - and so my collection of tiny little blades, which get changed out every 15mins or so during a project, sit stacked next to my work, waiting inline for their tour of duty. At the end of my day when I go from creative genius, goddess, guru (call me what you see fit!) to "mommy" I can't find the part of my brain that wants to clean off the table and remove all blades of glory before fixing supper or changing a diaper.

*Note: Just so no one thinks they need to call Child Protective Services on me... there are NO x-acto blades on the table. I do see Brad's point of view - I'm just reluctant to admit that he's right!

I guess this is all part of being a designing mom. I struggle with the balance from a mental point of view, but had no idea I was in for a struggle in this realm! I am guessing that one day when I feel more "mommy" than "designer" this won't be an argument, or struggle at all but until Grace can say "mommy" I think that day is a bit far off.


Helpful Tip: One of Brad's suggestions during the quest for the ultimate solution on "mess containment" was to use large, flat boxes (pizza boxes would be perfect) to store each project in. At night, all the project components would get put into the box (large enough for rulers, oversize sheets of paper, etc.) and would get stacked away neatly, on top of all the other project boxes. I really do think this is a genius idea - thanks Brad - but knowing me, I wouldn't be happy with just "any" pizza box and I certainly don't have time to start designing a line of designer pizza boxes for use as project organizers. Guess it'll just have to live on the to-do list for a little while longer!


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"My Guy"


So, if I were asked to write 25 things about myself (no one has asked me yet, by the way!) then I'd probably spend a few moments talking about how I like to "know things".  Oh, and that sometimes I'm sorta, kinda, extremely evangelical about those things that I know.  I might even call myself a "knowy knowerson" if prompted.  My therapist deduced that my "need to know" goes back to the root of my feeling secure about the world, but we don't have to get that deep in this blog post!

That established, some of things I like to know are people.  They are either "girls" or "guys". My waxing girl, for example.  There's no one better in the world.  7 different kinds of wax and the ability to make online appointments... I could "wax" poetic for three more paragraphs, but I'll spare you.  My list of "girls" and "guys" is extensive and while their monikers are impersonal, they are of the utmost importance to me and I care about each of them dearly.

"Go see 'my girl' and she'll hook you up."  Could be my tailor, waxer, manicurist, photographer, letterpress printer or even my most favorite and treasured person at a local paper store, who is the best, most incredible idea generator, and who can bring a project to life just by talking about it.

'My guy' on the other hand could also reference a list of delicious vendors, printers, mockup artists or just the exact right person to see at the frozen yogurt store, the one who always fills your cup with a heavy hand!  But my most favorite guy of the moment is my new 'promo guy'! (Sorry Brad, you're not my "favorite" guy during office hours!!)  My new guy, Mark, is possibly the best, most incredible addition to my roster of people.  He is a self proclaimed "I can do anything" sort of vendor.  He has provided me with exceptional service, super friendly banter and the willingness to make just about ANY of my "out there" ideas come to life.  On the search for a product that just didn't seem to be findable, anywhere in the promo-world, Mark called to tell me that he found said item at a local craft store, and was going to pick me up samples after work... worst case scenario, he'd buy the product for me and ship it to me from Texas, and I could pay him back.  I've never met this 'guy' in person, but after working with him for two weeks I'm pretty sure he's going to be 'my guy' for a long long long long time.  I will recommend 'my guy' with fervor... doing everything in my power to help him get the business he deserves and will know in my heart that there is not one better person on this planet to help my friends get what they need.  Like I said, 'my guy' can do anything... printing, stickers, promo materials, tchotchkes, you name it... he will make it his personal challenge and get it done.

So, to recap... I have a new 'guy' and the world feels more secure already.


 
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Pickles


On my wedding day, as my mom was helping me get dressed, she paused for a moment and said "I can't believe you're marrying a man who doesn't like Salmon."

I couldn't believe it either, honestly, but I decided to overlook that small detail and still say "I do" once I reached the end of the aisle, only an hour or so later.

Also on the list of things that Brad and I disagree on:
canned tuna  J yes · B no
watching television = r&d for design trends  J yes · B no
adventure honeymoons  J no · B yes
brussel sprouts  J yes · B no
cheese is the 5th food group  J no · B yes
atkins  J no · B yes
best salad dressing is olive oil & lemon juice  J yes · B no
whoever cooks, the other one cleans  J yes · B when it suits him

However, more devastating than salmon, more unfathomable than an aversion to relaxing honeymoons... we have pickles.  

To be clear, I am for.  Brad is against.

This might seem trivial, but let me tell you that more than one fight has been initiated by said item.

It would not be unreasonable to hear my husband cough, clear his throat, and utter strong words of distaste and possibly even throw up in his mouth a little, when he hears the pickle jar open up at the other end of the house.  While not a daily ritual, I certainly would be remiss if a week went by without a briny little treat!

So, honey, this post is for you.  I saw someone walking down the street in this shirt last week and I want you to know that you are not alone.

This in no way means I believe you are right, and this for certain does not mean I will stop buying pickles or eating them, but you have a friend out there.  Two, actually, if you count the other sad sack who invented this shirt!

You just don't know what you're missing...




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The Best Part Of My Day



Well, most days start and finish the same.  Wake up, feed the baby, play with the baby, hand the baby off to Michelle (the amazing) and sit down at my computer where I'll sit until it's dark, and time to feed the baby again, play with the baby again and put the baby to sleep for the night.

However, some days are different.  Well, lots of days are different, but some days are magical. 

Some days, the days that come after my clients send out one of my Save The Dates or Invitations, are rich with anticipation and nerves.  It's the time in between when my client hands off the precious finished product to the post office and the time that the first phone call comes in that is the most thrilling.  I sit, all excited, and wait... wondering, imagining, whose going to call first, whether the design will be loved, cherished and praised, or go by unnoticed.

It's like buying a lottery ticket and wondering for a few short hours whether or not you're going to be a millionaire.  Those hours, or days, in between the purchase of the ticket, and when they read the numbers... it's all about possibility!

Well, as cheesy as it sounds, I do feel like I win the lottery every time my clients call to tell me  about the reactions of their guests.  It is truly the best part of my day.  While I need to pay the rent (my husband will attest!), I definitely prefer to work for accolades and appreciation.  Satisfaction never wrote a cheque to Visa for me, but it makes me feel SO happy to do what I do, to know that when I put everything I have into a project, that it changes someone's day. 

I just finished one of the most fun projects for one of the most fun couples I've ever met.  Their Save The Dates went out on Tuesday and last night, while at dinner, the first reactions came flooding in:

"people are freaking out with glee"

My face lit up, my cheeks and heart warmed simultaneously... it was like getting an invisible standing ovation!

The groom-to-be called, shortly thereafter, to tell me that his mother had been getting calls all afternoon from her friends, telling her that these were the best Save The Dates they had ever seen.

I got an email from the bride-to-be this morning:

"... Really, we need to post a review everywhere. The phone was ringing off the hook last night, punctuated by texts.  People are stunned, and I'm so pumped.  I knew it was awesome, but I kind of forgot how it looks when you see it for the first time."

This is my favorite currency.  And I'm gonna spend it all over town.


 
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As Jim White Would Say: "Line Of The Day!"


I got an email from a client today letting me down easy.  She couldn't afford to hire me to design her wedding invitations.  This is the best Dear John letter EVER and I'm so flattered (and still laughing so hard). 


"I've got caviar taste on a Burger King budget... what can I say?"


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"Matchmaker, Matchmaker Make Me A Match"


Well I'm no fiddler on the roof, but I can't think of a better way to sum up what it is I do for a living.

"Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match.  Find me a find, catch me a catch"

I think if I boiled it down to the very root of what I do, it's to find the perfect design "mate" for my clients.  I have to know my clients' likes and dislikes, their love for certain things, and distaste for others.  I have to know what they find attractive and what they think needs a bit of work.. and then, find the best possible design to satisfy those wants.

It's abstract, I know, but bear with me as I meander down this metaphorical path...

Here's a fine example:

I once had a meeting with a very, very successful business man.  This man asked me to meet him, to show him some of my work, as he was considering hiring me to design some personal stationary items for him.  When I got to his overwhelmingly gorgeous condo, dozens of stories above San Francisco, he told me very specifically that he only wanted to see work that I'd designed that was the color green. 

"What?"

[You probably asked that question the same way I did.]

"What do you mean, JUST GREEN?"  I stammered, I didn't know what to do... I had two green-centric projects but how could I explain to this gentleman that just because I didn't have green projects with me that day, that I couldn't design something custom for him, that would be just perfect, exactly what he wanted.

I tried to explain to him that as a graphic designer, my role is to bring together different design elements from far flung corners of the universe, and roll them, meld them, collage them into a final product that is unique to his specific needs.  "You want green, I'll GIVE you green"!!  Just because I didn't have it in my small portfolio at the time, it didn't mean that it wasn't possible.

I tried to make him understand my process... my methods... I tried to get him to see that this wasn't a "template" sort of situation in which he was supposed to pick a font, and a paper stock, and his name would just appear at the top of a sheet of ivory Crane's paper, engraved in Copperplate Gothic.

But he couldn't get there.  He couldn't see where I was going.  He was stuck.  

And so was I!

Feeling super frustrated, I spent days mulling over this horrendous meeting.  I didn't ever want to be in a meeting like that again... I had no game!  I had no way to communicate WHY hiring a designer is so valuable.  This is nothing like an "arranged marriage" with someone you've never met before... this is a specific process of finding just the perfect typefaces, paper stock, ink colors, printers and vendors, to create the ideal match... I'm a matchmaker.  I can find you the find.  And catch you the catch.  Oh, and make you look GOOD in the process!

One of my clients always makes fun of how detail-oriented I am.  If I miss a space, or there is a comma where there should be no comma, or one tiny iota of the design is off center (for example!) I get bent out of shape.  This OCD behavior, this total and complete LOVE for what I do... this is what makes me the best matchmaker in town.  Hands down!

Now, if only I could start aligning myself with my most favorite Fiddler showtune...

"If I were a rich man...."



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