verbal croquis

the new plan

Posted in DE stuff,home life,the day job by verbalcroquis on February 11, 2009

is there is no plan.  

My entire career has been a result of planning. Methodical, like a template chess game shown online to teach new gamers. Sure, I could blame things partly on the economy, but mostly, I blame my erroneous planning. Not that planning is bad, but now is a good time to shake things up some.

I got laid off from my day job. I worked in an unessentials field, money dried up, our projects dried up, so now the two owners are on their own, trying to ride out the recession. There were some tears involved–I really like them.

So I, for the first time in a long long time, have only 1 job. Sorta. If being a 1 man show could be considered 1 job. And I’m really happy. Grateful. I don’t have any debt and I don’t have kids to feed.  I’m looking for work–the one I want the most is a technical illustration teaching job. *crosses fingers* I’m socializing. I’m relaxing.

Best of all, I’m making stuff. I’m drawing stuff and I’m liking the stuff I’m drawing. I went to a clothing exchange last month I’m doing little sewing experiments while I fix things. I’m slowly making things for a collection to show in the nearish future. My no-plan plan does not mean I’m shuttering my business, just approaching it differently. Now is the only time I can indulge in so much freedom, when I have no employees.

Blogging may or may not resume. Like I said, there is no plan. Just trying to go day by day making as many cool things as possible.

How are you?

work, sleep, rinse, repeat

Posted in company talk,home life by verbalcroquis on November 29, 2007

I know I’ve been gone for a long time–I missed my blog birthday and everything.  VC is officially 2 years old.

I haven’t been posting because there’s not much to say.  Here’s my daily schedule:

7:30amish: wake up  and go to non-fashion day job

3:00pmish: arrive home and eat lunch, take care of clerical crap/bills/random chores, take nap

evening hours (depending on how long the above took):  work on my line (currently working on patterns), eat dinner, spend a little time with the husband, sometimes run errands
2:00amish: sleep

Pretty boring, unless you’re me.  I love my life.  On a good day, I can get eight solid uninterrupted hours of work on my line.  Those days, my head hits the pillow and I’m out like a light with a doofy grin on my face.  I occasionally socialize too.  My party hours are limited so I seriously milk it.  Sometimes I come home from a party around 2am on the weekend and stay up another couple of hours working.  It makes me happy.

How’re you?

notes on the new place

Posted in home life by verbalcroquis on July 14, 2007

Dear Karen,

Please move closer to me to the Yay Area, pronto.




Dear Jeanne,

Please move to Oakland at the end of your lease.




Yeah, nobody commented on the floors. Are they original ? The beams certainly are, so I thought the floors might also be. Sweet.

I have no idea, but they look old-in-the-cool-way.

Why Oakland ?

Because the rent prices are ridiculously better than San Francisco, and I wanted a big place to set up a studio and office. Lots of places in SF were asking for $3000/mo for around 1000 sq ft. Ick. Also, I’d rather live in an urbane area of Oakland than a suburby area of SF.

How close is the ball stadium?

I have no idea, and I’m not too fussed really. I used to follow hockey and basketball a lot in high school, but now, I only pay attention to the World Cup (soccer).

Do you plan on joining the Raider Nation?

I beg your pardon?

Are the oysters safe to eat out of the bay?

I don’t know, but growing up in Alaska has made me into rather a seafood snob.


Dear non-fashion-or-blogging-related-friends,

I have no idea when I’m having my housewarming. I love you, but please stop asking. Of course you can come and visit in the meanwhile.  If you’re lucky, I’ll even come pick you up from BART.



as yet unfurnished

Posted in home life by verbalcroquis on July 10, 2007

woohoo! it’s moving week! finally!

i love the light

the stairs that lead to nothing.

lots of windows

the husband, standing in what will be my studio space

view from the studio

view from where the husband was standing in the above photo.


the kitchen. the front door is far right of the frame.

the bedroom

the bedroom upstairs. the white corner on the left is the bathroom.

party time

Posted in home life by verbalcroquis on January 27, 2007

It’s 11pm on a Friday night and I’m at home in track pants doing flats, only partially paying attention to the movie the husband is watching next to me, eating wine gums.

Ah, the glamorous life of a fashion designer…

in a restless slump

Posted in home life by verbalcroquis on June 27, 2006

The title says it all, really. I don’t feel like working on The Dress of A Million Construction Nightmares. I don’t feel like blogging anything remotely intelligent.

I bust my ass at work all day long and I want to come home and do something fun, not catch up on trade papers and make pattern corrections, research Fall 07, whatever. I think it’s summer creeping in under my skin.

I want to go bowling and mini-golf and drive around in the boy’s convertible. I want to collapse a lung at karaoke and have loud sex on some deserted beach. I want to go dancing to hiphop with a beat so heavy I can feel my armhairs vibrate. I want to go to an open-air symphony concert with some friends and a picnic basket, relaxing on the cool grass under the stars. I want to go hiking or biking or something.

Right now, I’ll settle for pain-free feet. Damn that new dress-code at work.

carnivale: airing my clean laundry

Posted in events,home life by verbalcroquis on April 24, 2006

This week's Carnivale topic comes from my girl Danielle:

I want to invite anyone who wants to join to describe that favourite outfit that you always like to wear still warm from the dryer. Bonus points if you've got pictures! What does your outfit say about you?

Let's take a little trip down memory lane, shall we?

I've been working since I was 10. My first job was as a incognito shoplifting spy at my dad's grocery store. My second job was running the laundry facility at my dad's hotel when I was in high school.


Yes, it's almost as glamorous as you imagine. I'd run all the washers at once, fold the previous loads, then run all the dryers in one go and go sit in a corner to sketch evening gowns while listening to hiphop and grunge out of a beat-up radio. After all the pristine white sheets and fluffy towels were done drying, I'd dump them all in a rolling bin (like the one pictured below) and then throw myself head first in the pile, luxuriating in the heavenly soft coziness radiating heat and clean soapy smells, with my legs sticking up in the air. (Yes, take a moment and picture me in all my ridiculous glory. Yes, go ahead, point and laugh.) After I got my fill, I'd get up and start folding. I got really good at folding king size sheets by myself without letting any of the edges touch the floor. (Another one of my myriad special talents.)


When I was getting my BFA, I had to take 2 textile science classes. One chapter focused on stain removal on different fibers. Do I remember any of it? Nope. I just remember my friend A telling me to use club soda to lift stuff off my carpet. What I do remember the most from those classes is 1. I suck at knitting. No, really. I tried to pay my then-stepmother to knit me a sample for class, but she wouldn't. Evil woman, making me do my own homework. Hrmph. and 2. To do burn tests for fibers. When I worked at Eva Fortune, people were always trying to swindle us into buying cheaper silks, which were actually polyesters. I'd politely ask for swatches, and then my boss and I would go out back and burn a little corner to check before purchase. (If it bubbles and melts into a little bead, it's polyester. Silk actually burns.)

When I still lived at home, I had to do the house laundry. And when I moved out, I had a roommate who would rather buy more underwear than do laundry, so hers just piled up all over the place. Then she would beg and beg me to do hers when I was doing mine and she'd buy the groceries for the week. The last straw was when I came home to catch her borrowing my underwear. EEEEW!!!

Needless to say, I hate doing laundry now. But, God has smiled upon me and sent me a lovely boy who doesn't mind doing it. When he found out how much I hate doing laundry, he told me he'd take over from then on. (Insert me gloating here.) I haven't done laundry in over a year.

I don't touch the laundry. And I don't feel compelled to pull something out to wear right after. I just love the sight of fresh laundry I didn't do, neatly folded and put in piles to put away. If anything, I like to pull out my bathrobe. It's ginormous. I have a friend with a hot tub and I was over there soaking one day and asked for a towel and he handed me his robe. He's a big guy, so his robe was enormous on me, and the terrycloth is superthick. I jokingly told him I was going to keep it and he seriously told me I could. It's become my blankie, since the loft is rather drafty.

What does this say about me? That I hate doing laundry? That I like orderliness and don't like to touch/ruffle anything that's pristinely put together? (I do have rather anal-retentive tendencies.) I like cleanliness? I like being warm? I should live in a place with better central heating? I have generous friends? I like comfort?

Hey, Miz S, bust out with that DSM IV and tell me.

this is my life

Posted in home life,people i know by verbalcroquis on March 16, 2006

Today, I’m not supposed to do any work. The boyfriend and my girl M forbade it. Today is my break day. Some of us (me, henri-v and lol b) were talking about boyfriends and their opinions on fashion over at the Tribunal, and I remembered reading this particular blog post a while ago. Never have I nodded so much in my life. So I would tell you about my life (or the nonfashion parts, anyway), but this woman named Emily does it better. (Assaf is not an apple developer, but he does code for a living.)

Some gems:

What about the poor innocent souls who think they are getting a normal guy and then come to find out he has been sucked into the chaotic world of development? What about the little girls who dream of Prince Charming and end up with Steve Ballmer? What about the girls who never even dreamed they would know who Steve Ballmer is? I think someone needs to offer them a little advice. Seeing that I am a seasoned professional who has been dating a developer since I was 15, I think there is no one better than me to show them the way.

I started pondering this while I was doing the laundry because I noticed that 9 out of the 10 t-shirts I was folding were development or Mac related. Just to give you a general idea of what I’m talking about (and the embarrassment I have to deal with when we go out in public) let me describe a few of them. First, I ran across one that read “Steve Jobs is my homeboy.? Then there was the one that said “I am blogging this.? Next was a WWDC 2004 polo and an Apple Developer Connection shirt. And my personal favorite was the one that said “Code Different.? I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

I still don’t know who Steve Ballmer is (and no, babe, this is not an invitation for you to tell me), but Assaf does have a t-shirt that says “Built to Flip”. And a bumper sticker that says “I am the media”. And henri-v asked me if he has some secret fashion sense. *snort* Check out the rest of it here.


Okay, so I’m being a bit harsh.  He’s actually way too hip to be called a true geek–that’s why I call him geekerati.  But I still don’t think he’s allowed to give me design criticism. heh.

writing a blurb

Posted in home life,personal by verbalcroquis on March 10, 2006

and other sleepy ramblings.

First of all, forecastors are saying there could be a historic 1″ of snow on Twin Peaks tonight.  Okay, not helpful, since I’m across town from TP, but whatever.  That’s still rad!  I miss snow so much.  I grew up in Alaska and the biggest thing I miss about Alaska is the snow.  Making snow angels, going sledding, deciding to go skiing in the afternoon at the drop of a hat instead of planning a Tahoe weekend excursion and driving in hours of mindnumbing traffic, and just how frickin’ pretty everything looks with a good dusting.  Of course, I don’t miss carrying a broom, an ice scraper, a shovel and a gallon of antifreeze in the trunk of my car, but you win some, you lose some.  Running the snowblower in the driveway and aiming the spigot thingie at my kid siblings, chasing them around the front yard (in the snow, without a fence, you forget where the concrete ends).  Snow days!  Snow shoeing!  Dogsled racing!  The iditarod!

Speaking of my past, I worked 11 years as an English tutor.  Bet you couldn’t tell from the grammatical nightmares that pass off as my blog posts.  Heh.  In college, I worked as the head peer tutor for the liberal arts department at my school.  Being the head tutor meant I got the doozies.  Essays that read like doubly regurgitated Babelfish translations with a sprig of mint to mask the odor.  (Yeah, that’s a dependant clause parading around as a complete sentence. Feh.)  I reworked fine arts senior theses into thoughtful, structured prose on Marxist literature’s effect on post modern art, costume history papers into insightful treatises on the differences between “naked” and “nude” and how that has shaped modern fashion.  I’ve made students cry with my bluntness and red pen marks.
Now I think karma has come to bite me in my flat asian butt, big time.  I’m stuck.  I’m trying to write a “blurb” to describe a project I’m working on.  (Ack!  A preposition at the end of the sentence!  I guess I can’t wear that “Grammar Guru” badge anymore.)

I know all the components it needs:  concise, descriptive, memorable, easy to understand.  What I need now are oh, the verbs and nouns and adjectives.  Some conjunctions and adverbs wouldn’t hurt.  Toss in some proper semicolon use for an intellectual effect.  Whatever.  It’s midnight and I haven’t had any caffeine today and my already chinky eyes look like bound buttonholes.  Good night.

P.S.  The boy and I were making dinner today, talking about social events on our calendars.

Me:  So T is hosting drinks for the ides of March.

Him:  So when is March 15?

Poor baby’s pretty overworked lately too.

this is why i’m so sleepy today

Posted in home life by verbalcroquis on March 9, 2006

The boy and I are in bed, ready to go to sleep.  I’m fading fast, the boy is still wired.

Me: G’night.

Him:  So are you designing for S-2-6 now?

Me: Whaa?  You mean SS06? No, SS07, honey.

Him:  Oh, right.  How come you skipped winter?

Me:  There is no winter.  G’night.

Him:  Huh?  No winter?

Me:  Sigh.  Jeebus, babe, it’s not like you’re going to remember any of this in the morning anyway. ……….. Well, there’s fall/winter.  ……….Mostly, in terms of delivery dates, it’s Spring 1, Spring 2, Fall 1, Fall 2, holiday, resort.  ……….Depending on how many deliveries/collections you offer…. Stop wiggling—I’m trying to sleep!

Him:  So there’s no winter and no summer?  It’s just like San Francisco!  We should be the fashion capital of the U.S., not New York.

Me:  Can I go to sleep now?  Please? 

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