A few days before Christmas is the perfect time to share some of my favorite things with you: business and personal tips, recipes, online email classes, and products I love.
Skip the famous eggnog recipe at the end at your own peril. Merry merry!
Tech and Online Stuff
Emil Pakarklis offers loads of info in his complimentary video tutorial for hacking your iPhone camera: 7 Hidden iPhone Camera Features That Every Photographer Should Use. I learned a ton and I didn’t even get to all of his lessons.
Later’s IG Email Class
Later.com is an online service that allows you to schedule your Instagram posts. They also have a fantastic free e-mail course on using Instagram for Business and regular tips via email when you sign up.
It’s totally worth it to learn more about taking advantage of Instagram. Check out their blog, too.
Seize The Year Calendar
You gotta have a wall calendar to see the rhythm of your year. I heard about this find via Jane La Fazio who I believe got turned on to it by Patti Digh. This wall calendar is uber functional and attractive.
The clincher is the way the months run into one another instead of being compartmentalized.
I also love that this calendar isn’t
Here’s to the fathers who are artists.
And to the fathers who raise healthy, informed artists who make the world a better place.
To My Dad
Neil Stanfield’s love of animals has led him to feed, neuter, and spay the feral cats in downtown Oklahoma City for two decades. Just don’t ask to put anything in his trunk because it’s full of cat food.
Who loves history and culture and encouraged this curiosity of the world for me.
Who paid for all of my extracurricular art lessons that Mom found for me.
Who praised my art.
Who paid for my undergraduate and graduate degrees in art history, even when I didn’t know what in the world I was going to do with them.
Me at the Musée Rodin in Paris. 1989. Thanks, Dad!
Who sent me to France
Here’s to the mothers who are artists. And to the mothers who raise healthy, informed artists who make the world a better place. To My Mom . . . Who is forgiven for not taking me to museums because she didn’t want me to misbehave in public. (She was probably right.)
Sometimes we grow out of art that isn’t our own. Our tastes change. Or we were gifted a piece by a generous artists, but it’s not really “us” or it doesn’t fit in our home or with our aesthetic.
Cheers to those who look forward my recipe for Bert’s Eggnog each year! I’m a little like Susan Stamberg who annually recites her cranberry relish recipe on NPR and, despite its ghastly Pepto-Bismol coloring, swears it’s delicious. (I’ve had it and beg to differ!) Anyhoo . . . I PROMISE my eggnog recipe is the nectar of the gods and goddesses.
Did you ever know in advance what your Christmas presents were? Confession: I knew every year of my youth. And it didn’t happen honestly. I figured out where Mom hid all of our gifts before they had bows on them. As soon as she discovered I knew of her hiding place, she found another hiding place and then another.