On the importance of getting away and taking a break

It’s super-important.

Seriously, though, I’ve spent the last five weeks with my dominant arm in a giant cast. (Although after week two, I regained the use of my elbow and some fingers and by week three was able to use an extra couple of fingers on my right hand while typing, which has helped. My drawings, however, still look like they were done by a five-year-old, and I sign credit card receipts with a squiggle and/or lipstick kisses.) Meanwhile, the work has by no means slowed down, even though my working speed has, and it’s still challenging to do simple things like make a sandwich for lunch or empty the garbage.

Accordingly, I’ve been working rather long hours and have been becoming intensely stressed out. (Throw in the fact that I’ve quit smoking in support of Bone Healing Power and the fact that I’m sometimes still in a good deal of pain–breaking your bones stinks!) Luckily, I have the greatest clients and friends in the world who help me out and understand when things take a little longer than they ought, or I’d have gone entirely insane by now.


I am not going here, although I rather wish I were. It's basically my stress-free island paradise. Unfortunately, Croatia is a long drive from here.

So, in the interests of preserving that aforementioned sanity, I’m running away to a secret undisclosed island location this weekend, where I’m hoping I won’t be able to get cell-phone service, and I won’t have any way of leaving until a nice fisherman comes to get me. My laptop, shockingly enough, is staying home (it’s very rarely far from me) and I’m excited by the prospect of no electricity, no emails, and no possible way for me to try to get any work done. I’ve noticed that as I get busier, it’s harder for me to actually take a full day off, in spite of how important it is for my mental well-being.

If you border on the edge of workaholicism, I recommend getting tough with yourself and forcing yourself into isolation. So long as you can return refreshed, and not dreading a massive pile of new emails, it’ll make you so much more productive in the long run. And so on that note: ciao, amigos!

Peep toes

For the love of shoes

Please note: this week I’ve been totally swamped with work-work-work-work, and since I’m still in a cast and typing the four thousand emails a day that run my business often makes me frustrated and dizzy, I am utterly exhausted. I wrote this article some time ago, and while it doesn’t have anything to do with design per se, it’s all about pretty things (shoes!) and we all know how I feel about that. We will return to your regularly-scheduled installments of relevant posts next week!

There’s something about a pair of heels. They’re instantly classy. They work with everything, they make your legs look great, and they can turn the scrubbiest ensemble into a kick-ass outfit. A beautiful pair of shoes is a magical creature that will transform you into a sophisticated lady-about-town, even when you’re just running out to the grocery store in your pyjamas and bedhead.

But when you live in a climate that changes every hour, and the sidewalks are almost always covered in ice (or snow, or mud, or random bits of gravel, or some combination thereof), wearing heels can be hazardous to your health. As a girl who never wears flats and rarely suffers for it, I’ve picked up a few tricks and tips along the way.


One-handed girl seeks extra set of hands (or, I’m hiring!)

I’ve really been focusing on trying to build my business these days, and I’m lucky in that it’s been working, for the most part. Of course, this means that I keep running out of time for all those fancy things I like so much, like sleeping and drinking martinis.

It’s reached the point at which I’m so busy trying to stay on top of all my projects that I don’t have any time to do the business side of things, and I’ve totally stalled as far as growth is concerned.

So, it’s time, once again, for the control freak in me to take a backseat, and sit quietly by while I hire someone.

Tell your friends! Here’s what I’m looking for.