The Struggling Artist

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~that’s life… in no particular order

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Designer Senses be Damned

Last weekend, I picked up my parents at the airport to move them into their new house. Insert dramatic sigh of relief.

This move has been 10 years in the making. It started in 2005 when I moved down to close on their first house while they wrapped things up in New Jersey. That did not go exactly as I planned, not even a little bit. And since then, nothing has been how I would have planned. Nothing. One would think I would have learned this lesson by now, but I’m #eternaloptimist, #stubborn, #foolish, or #whatever and I’m having to be reminded of it again.

Sitting here, watching them unpack and finally settle into house number three (yes, take a minute and consider if your previous sigh of relief on my behalf was dramatic enough), I find that I’m surprised by what’s coming out of carefully packed boxes and where said items are being carefully placed… And… again, not exactly what I was planning. Middle-school woodshop project, third grade school photos, high school mother’s day gifts, all being prominently displayed like Z Gallerie finds. “Oh this wall will be perfect for your beautiful art.” Art from high school, mom!? “I’m going to need you to have this framed for me.” Mm why? “I love this picture of all of you at your brothers wedding, can you make it larger?” At my dad’s excitement over our Sunday school awards, I almost lost it.

You don’t understand! My designer-senses are silently clawing through an invisible sketch pad. This house is beautiful! It makes all the other unsuccessful moves worth it. I could forget the frustrations of the last ten years by walking into this house – impeccably decorated, of course! With flowing drapes and moving artwork that welcome you into a luxurious haven. But instead I’m being confronted with a gallery of (sometimes awkward) childhood memories. Instead…

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I watch my mom, she walks back and forth between the dining table and the kitchen table and the sofa table with treasured presents from my brothers in each arm, trying to decide which would be the perfect center piece for each location… and… she is so happy… And that’s when I realize, I am already forgetting the frustrations of the past ten years. Designer senses be damned, to see this woman this happy.

~that’s life… in no particular order

An Evening at the Opera

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Tonight, I’m all dressed up and at the opera – La Bohème, to be exact. I’ve been wanting to see it, so you can’t imagine how excited I am. But the best part is I’m using my talent to pay my way. Someone say, “cha-ching”!

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Follow my evening on Twitter @Dannemart @palmbeachopera #pboboheme

~that’s life… in no particular order

Traditions

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The saying goes, and I paraphrase, “Haitians dress for church as if attending a wedding and they dress for a wedding as if meeting the queen”. And just in case that expectation wasn’t high enough, Haitian tradition says you must take your style up a notch and look your best on the first Sunday of the year. Why? Because it will effect all the other Sundays of the year. And if you mess up First Sunday, you will spend the year making up for it.

It is with that in mind, I had a mini panic attack on Saturday evening. This holiday season, I didn’t go home. Which means I missed out on a number of traditions – cultural and familial. I didn’t drink any cremas. I didn’t eat any soup. I didn’t get to participate in the the gift exchange or watch the late night Christmas movie. I didn’t get to open one of my mom’s special cards. And although I missed all of these traditions, I still had a lovely holiday making new memories and learning new traditions.

Last night, however, standing in my closet, I had moment of dread when I realized I didn’t have anything planned for First Sunday. How could I have let this happen?! When I shared this with my family, they laughed at me, with good reason. In the grand scheme of life, there were so much more important things going on… blogs to follow. But I guess, no matter how much things change, some traditions (silly or not) stay the same. And even with their pressures, they bring a bit of normalcy to an ever crazy world.

~that’s life… in no particular order