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Showing posts with label MyEyeQ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MyEyeQ. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Why Q?
I get this question alot. what is this love affair with the letter 'Q'?
First, a little background...
I started Eye Q Design several years ago as a catch-all business name for the many areas of design I was working in; custom invitations, graphic design, free-lance design and of course my card designs for Paper Crafts Magazine.
Eye Q is a play on I.Q. It's your creative quotient instead of your intelligence quotient.
I have never taken an I.Q. test, nor do I want to. It'll either be better than I think and then I'll be full of myself for weeks or It'll be lower and I'll be disappointed and sad and start reading the encylopedia.
There is no test for Eye Q, which is it's beauty. Everyone's Eye Q is perfect. I've been teaching some form of creative/craft classes for 20 years now and have learned to truly appreciate each creative perspective.
I believe that our desire to create is a trait inherited from God, our Father, our Creator. If you don't draw, you write, if you don't write, you play music, or garden, or build, or engineer, or invent. Sometimes, you do many of those things. Sometimes you don't think you do any of them. Sometimes no one knows how creative you are, sometimes they do.
So, now for the rest of the story...
Me and Q go way back. I'll share a few more associations I have with this graphically pleasing letter.
One of my husbands nick-names for me has always been 'Susie-Q' or 'Q'. We're both fond of CCR and of course, the song, Susie Q. Steve's boss even started calling me 'THE Q'...ohhh, I like that.
I've always been a big Star Trek fan, thanks to my oldest brother who ruled our little black and white TV growing up and we watched what he wanted, end of story.
No, I'm not a trekkie, I don't go to conventions and I don't dress up...just someone who loves the series, from the original all the way through to the sad (but I still enjoyed it, because that's what fans do) last series 'Enterprise'.
One of my favorite Star Trek characters is Q (originally from the 'Next Generation' series). John de Lancie brilliantly played a childish, dangerous, albeit omnipotent being from another race.
Lastly, and it's a little embarrassing, even after all these years. I picked up the nick-name 'Queen of Canada' during a border crossing probably a good 20 years ago. We were heading to a convention in Chicago and I had a car full of women on their way to meet up with the husbands who were working there.
I was driving. We were chatting, as women are wont to do. I was pre-occupied and didn't notice the "stop here" line and instead followed the car before me who was already at the border guard's post.
Well he didn't much like that and said as much. I apologized. Humbly. Really. I think at this point I should have taken off my sunglasses, but I was young and didn't do it. He proceeded to ask everyone for their passports and I was caught off guard. I had never been asked for my passport before, just my license. And I stupidly said as much. And to quote, "well, I suppose when you're the Queeeeeeeen of Canada, you don't have to show your passport!". After he was done looking at all our drivers' lisences he threw mine into my lap. No kidding. Wow, I was so humiliated. I fumed for a good 20 miles.
As a side note, but one I can't leave out, later that night as we were walking to the restaurant for dinner, I was talking to my Dad about what had happened. My Dad was the sort to not say much, but when he did you listened. He quietly said to me that I was mad because of my pride. I didn't love that observation, but I've never forgotten it because he was right.
So, there you have it. My loooong story of Q. What do you think? Enough good reasons?
P.S. I'm also a big fan of alliteration, so naturally, when I started teaching classes at Roberts in 2008, I called them Q's Creative Card Classes!
First, a little background...
I started Eye Q Design several years ago as a catch-all business name for the many areas of design I was working in; custom invitations, graphic design, free-lance design and of course my card designs for Paper Crafts Magazine.
Eye Q is a play on I.Q. It's your creative quotient instead of your intelligence quotient.
I have never taken an I.Q. test, nor do I want to. It'll either be better than I think and then I'll be full of myself for weeks or It'll be lower and I'll be disappointed and sad and start reading the encylopedia.
There is no test for Eye Q, which is it's beauty. Everyone's Eye Q is perfect. I've been teaching some form of creative/craft classes for 20 years now and have learned to truly appreciate each creative perspective.
I believe that our desire to create is a trait inherited from God, our Father, our Creator. If you don't draw, you write, if you don't write, you play music, or garden, or build, or engineer, or invent. Sometimes, you do many of those things. Sometimes you don't think you do any of them. Sometimes no one knows how creative you are, sometimes they do.
So, now for the rest of the story...
Me and Q go way back. I'll share a few more associations I have with this graphically pleasing letter.
One of my husbands nick-names for me has always been 'Susie-Q' or 'Q'. We're both fond of CCR and of course, the song, Susie Q. Steve's boss even started calling me 'THE Q'...ohhh, I like that.
I've always been a big Star Trek fan, thanks to my oldest brother who ruled our little black and white TV growing up and we watched what he wanted, end of story.
No, I'm not a trekkie, I don't go to conventions and I don't dress up...just someone who loves the series, from the original all the way through to the sad (but I still enjoyed it, because that's what fans do) last series 'Enterprise'.
One of my favorite Star Trek characters is Q (originally from the 'Next Generation' series). John de Lancie brilliantly played a childish, dangerous, albeit omnipotent being from another race.
Lastly, and it's a little embarrassing, even after all these years. I picked up the nick-name 'Queen of Canada' during a border crossing probably a good 20 years ago. We were heading to a convention in Chicago and I had a car full of women on their way to meet up with the husbands who were working there.
I was driving. We were chatting, as women are wont to do. I was pre-occupied and didn't notice the "stop here" line and instead followed the car before me who was already at the border guard's post.
Well he didn't much like that and said as much. I apologized. Humbly. Really. I think at this point I should have taken off my sunglasses, but I was young and didn't do it. He proceeded to ask everyone for their passports and I was caught off guard. I had never been asked for my passport before, just my license. And I stupidly said as much. And to quote, "well, I suppose when you're the Queeeeeeeen of Canada, you don't have to show your passport!". After he was done looking at all our drivers' lisences he threw mine into my lap. No kidding. Wow, I was so humiliated. I fumed for a good 20 miles.
As a side note, but one I can't leave out, later that night as we were walking to the restaurant for dinner, I was talking to my Dad about what had happened. My Dad was the sort to not say much, but when he did you listened. He quietly said to me that I was mad because of my pride. I didn't love that observation, but I've never forgotten it because he was right.
So, there you have it. My loooong story of Q. What do you think? Enough good reasons?
P.S. I'm also a big fan of alliteration, so naturally, when I started teaching classes at Roberts in 2008, I called them Q's Creative Card Classes!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Eyeball'n Quiz
One of the best time-saving skills in paper crafting is 'eyeballing' measurements. I talk about this alot in class and am always intrigued by how horrified most students are when I suggest NOT using a ruler.
Sometimes an exact measurement is key to a great project, but often, it's just not that important.
Really, 'eyeballing' is a skill like anything else and one that will get better with practice.
Want to try your hand?
Let's see just how good your visual guestamations are... just cut and paste these questions to a word document and print (or hand print on a piece of paper) and then try drawing the measurement. Take out a ruler and check to see how well you did.
draw a 1/4" line:
draw a 1/2" line:
draw a 3/4" line:
draw a 1" line:
draw a 1 1/2" line:
draw a 2" line:
draw a 3" line:
draw a 4" line:
draw a 5" line:
draw a 6" line:
draw a circle:
draw an oval:
draw a 1" circle:
draw a 2" circle:
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
You'll be amazed at how good you will get at these common paper crafting measurements.
I do the same thing in the kitchen. A pinch of this, a tsp of that, a 1/2 cup etc... Now, I wouldn't recommend this kind of 'eyeballing' when you bake. Baking is a science and doesn't do well with guesses, which is why I rarely bake and my husband is SO good at it.
I remember the first time I did Weight Watchers and needed to learn how to 'eyeball' a serving of meat, a cup of cereal, a 1 oz. slice of bread. It's a sad little exercise, but it does help you to get 'real' with food portions.
Today, I am feeling grateful for my miraculous eyes. How about you?
Monday, December 1, 2008
2 reasons
I haven't blogged in SO long...1. I love to cook, but I am still working on my organizational skills in the kitchen. I realize that no one wants to come and eat at a house with a stressed out hostess, so I spread the work out all week, preparing things in advance. In theory this makes sense, but in actuality, I felt very pooped out by Friday. Go figure!
19 people this year, 31 last...that makes for 50 people over 2 years. I don't know why, but I like the math. :)
By the way, WHY can't my husband take a NORMAL picture?
2. This ugly thing is the reason I haven't had access to my computer. I didn't get it until Friday.It's odd, truly odd, how strange it felt to not have access to my computer. I had some separation anxiety, but it was also quite liberating. I found myself fantasizing about how much work I would get done if I didn't have a computer.
But then I did some more math. I spent 5 hours on the computer Friday night (yes, until 4am!!) doing some Christmas shopping. Not only would shopping the old-fashioned way taken me 10 times longer, I would most likely not even find some of the odd items on my family's wish lists.
Conclusion: I'm baaaaack!
P.S. I've got to run and help out a friend, but will post winners for blingies later today.
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