Today in the dead of the night, I ventured back into my blog archives and refound the incoherently verbose designer I used to be. Blogging unhinderingly about the the things I saw around me that I loved and the injustices around me that had me raging. And then somehow the designer got shushed by the teacher in me and the teacher got sat on by the mom in me. Thats the thing with multiple identities- only one tends to rule at a time and if they all emerge together, its just plain havoc.
Anyhow today I am inspired to blog here again- by something. Perhaps the goodness of the Friday class. Maybe the furniture moving around. Or the browny mustard wall.
So recently someone asked me to design their wedding card. I don’t do wedding cards. Well other than mine. And a close friend’s. The thing is they are personal and I don’t like people dictating colours and terms. So I would rather do it for someone who trusts me with the choices and decisions. Having said that, I did it anyways. Maybe as an exercise for myself more than anything else- or to prove to myself that I do not get emotionally attached to my design.