The Scoop on Pissy Krissy

Yes, it is true. My nickname as a kid was Pissy Krissy. But really it wasn't my fault. You see, my brothers liked to share our mutual love of dogs by sending Nicole, our Saint Bernard, in to wake me. If you've ever met a Saint Bernard you are probably familiar with the copious amounts of slobber they produce, especially when they're excited. Well, she was quite excited by the time she was sent to see me, so you know what I was greeted with. Would you emerge with a smile? I didn't. Teasing me with the nickname only seemed to prolong their enjoyment.

My younger self had a way of not over thinking things, and as an adult I find it hard to get back there sometimes. When I'm making art it is easy to find the next right move; I just do something then react, lather, rinse and repeat. But as a business person I have a much harder time connecting with that inner direction-finder. The truth is, I'd much rather be making artwork, not dealing with the business end of things. 

During those simpler times when Nicole was part of my life, one of my favorite creative efforts was making note cards with a logo that was hand-drawn and intended to remind the recipient of a Hallmark card. Of course my agenda was a bit more personal than Hallmark's, so my seal included my sentiments, "made with love & care." I loved that the adults got the joke and felt we connected and shared an idea. Naturally as I got older I stopped making cards, but I've always missed that activity.

So Pissy Krissy is ready to rise and shine again. She is a reminder of simpler times. Kristin will chase any number of good ideas (publishing a new body of work monthly, along with a website, etc), while Pissy Krissy will dig her heals in, take a towel to the slobber, and find breakfast. I want that sense of focus, and clarity of purpose again.

So Pissy Krissy will make the pretty note cards she loves, and Kristin can take the dog for a walk.

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