Xiomara Glindmeyer's blog

This Monday is brought to you by Johnny Yanok

Monday is a granite gargoyle perched on your back as you desperately try to wrestle yourself from the tangles of your slumber. Monday is the hardest day of the week. It screams at you the fact that you have four more days till the weekend. I fantasize about not having to work, just staying in bed and waking up when I want to or where I want to but  the rare times when I'm afforded that, I feel like the rest of the world is passing me by, making a difference in their little way while I catatonically sit in front of the TV watching Dr. Phil talking about people who are making a difference in their own little way. I don't really watch Dr. Phil. Then I feel guilty about being home, doing nothing...just letting the day pass by. There are times when I am home sick and I feel guilty about being home that I drag my butt to work along with my diseases thereby

S.S.-Upchuck by Johnny Yanok

infecting the workplace because I wanted to make a difference in my own little way. No matter how good the intent was, the gesture was contra-productive and stupid. Two tasks that I was able to do today that Monday made it seem so herculean were, I had have my passport photos processed and I finally submitted my shirt design to threadless.com after 3 months of stalling. The design is still pending so if it gets accepted for scoring, I will post the link here so that my imaginary readers can check it out and vote on it...and then I get to win awesome prices! Woot!

I almost forgot one thing,  this particular Monday actually yielded a discovery of an illustrator named Johnny Yanok. His art is very vintage children's bookstyle. If not for the gruesome and disturbing albeit humorous scenes and subjects, one would almost think his art came out straight from the GoldenBooks pages. Check out his link in mylist and see if he will take you back to your childhood where the things that go bump in the night, do it in broad daylight as well.

Anatomy of An Artist's Lair

My area is looking pretty colorful today since I finally tacked some of my finished designs on my wall. Industrial gray divisions are probably one of the reasons people start shooting people at work. I have no intention of giving in to my homicidal tendencies so...I'm going to surround myself with colors. I don't necessarily like Pooh but I have him around my area because that's what I do, pooh. Teehee. I kill myself. Pooh is part of my job as a licensing artist. I get to design my own art as well which is damn great! I don't really care

With 4 arms to multi-task

much for Heart but I have an old album of theirs, before Ann Wilson became a reverse anorexic. The only reason I love that album is because the cover portrays them as a traveling band of gypsies. One day, I'm going to make my hubby build me a gypsy caravan. There's my trusty guide, Pantonius Libri. It tells me what colors are acceptable in the print world. Heaven forbid, I come up with my own. I have 3 robot sentinels that I got from a Halloween gift bag. They're like mini gundams There's a Hello Kitty Candy Store play set that I'm not really so fond of...not a Hello Kitty fan but I like play sets that look like dollhouses regardless of its tenants and it's colorful so it made the cut.  On my screen is a design I'm currently working on which is what I should be doing instead of this but every once in awhile, I need to take breaks. Writing is my coffeebreak. So there you go, this is my half-world...where I spend a good part of my life.

That's me on my chair. Yes, I'm a little pink octopus.    

Going with the Gentle River flow of ebbing funds

I think my marriage has come across a hurdle in the form of a plastic girl named Blythe. I have found myself dipping into our funds to get stuffs for her. Thad and I are hobbyists but at least his hobbies don't require him spending too much money. He plays his keyboard or guitar or Second Life while I constantly peruse ebay for Blythe related items. And buying them. *groan*

In just a span of a week I've added another Blythe to my toy collection. This was the girl I fell in love with first...about a year ago. I kept putting it off knowing full well that if I ever get a Blythe, there will be no turning back. I'm hooked...and doomed. Oh happy doom.

Plastic Fantastic!

If I have to defend (animately, if needed) this new found expensive hobby, I'd say that Blythe has rekindled the creative fire in me. Sure I'm creative at work and I love that aspect but that is not my art. It is a job. The art in my life has taken a 6 year sabbatical since work has sapped out all the creative juices in me. But in the past week, since I decided to get a Blythe, I'm all fired up with ideas for dresses, styling, props, blogs, etc. I've forgotten how grand that feels. Also, I'm making new friends whom I share common interests.

So now, I have two little plastic girls, all redheads. My bright red-orange haired Mod Molly Blythe named O.Dauphine will be my spunky little gamine. My latest acquisition, dark smoldering ember haired one will be arriving from Japan next week. Here is she is, in all her woodland sprite glory...Gentle River Blythe. I am broke but I'm happy.

The Birthing Process

This is my first post. I shan't go through the elaborate process of who I am and what I do, what my purpose is and my favorite color. I think that trite little About Me section on the side should narrow it down to what I'm all about. I might could explain my header background. It's a photo of a part of my shelf and wall of our home office. Physically that is my Xanadu. The blog title is of course a play on the movie My Own Private Idaho. Coleridge's Xanadu is an apt replacement being that it is a mythical place and my name starts with an X. Olivia Newton-John's movie Xanadu was the greatest movie ever. You can't go wrong with live action, a cartoonified Olivia and roller skates. I really have no clue what that movie was all about.

Hopefully, I will be able to make a quasi-daily updates. I really see no point in procrastinating for years about this. I should've done this ages ago but no regrets. Maybe I wasn't meant to blog all those years. Right time for everything, right? Interestingly, that has been my credo lately. I recite that mantra to myself when I lose a bid on ebay.

So here I am. In blogosphere. Here goes nothing... (because that's what I principally write about.)