Countdown to Ecstacy

Miz Shoes makes no pretensions about her age: she is older than dirt. I graduated college in 1975, when most of the readers of this blog (if there are any left, that is) were still in diapers, if not in utero. I have worked as a graphic designer, a paste up artist, a web master, a sales girl on the Apple store floor, a nude figure model, a (very bad) camp counsellor, a piece-work painter of cheesy wind chimes and a commercial photographer. I have been a creative director, an administrator for an outreach campus of MiamiDade Community College on South Beach back in the 80s before South Beach was rediscovered and made over, and a college instructor of photography and graphic design. I have milked goats, tossed bales of hay and weed, run an unsuccessful political campaign for a loathsome individual who would have been a disaster if he’d won, done titles and special FX for non-theatrical releases & commercials and held a union card to do it and one of my t-shirt designs (for the Y2K non-event, to be exact) was accepted into the Smithonian’s permanent collection. I have stayed at jobs for as long as 12 years and as short as a week, but since I graduated college on my twenty-first birthday (one of the universe’s more piquant jokes, I feel) I have worked. Full time. The longest vacation I took was 2 weeks, and the longest period between jobs maybe 6 months.

All of that comes to a rather inglorious end on Tuesday, August 13, 2013. I quit my job, and the ten days notice I gave runs out on that day. At 5:30 pm EDT, I walk away from the corporate world and into my studio, there to make what I like to consider my art. I have been collecting art supplies and tools since 1975, stockpiling against this day when I might have the time to create, but not the money to buy the raw materials. I have enough fabric for three dozen quilts, enough wool for pounds and pounds of yarn, and enough yarn to knit a hundred sweaters. I have patterns and silks and oddments and ornaments. I still have my eyesight and my hand/eye coordination. On August 14, I will have the time.

Where do I begin? With this, my blog. I have loved writing and telling my stories for as long as I have had a voice, but knowing that the Big Brother of my corporate overlord was watching my words for me put a huge cramp in my style. That ends on August 13, too. So welcome back to the monkey house, my gentle readers. Buckle up. Now it’s going to get interesting.

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(5) Comments
#1. Posted by Jane Irons on August 10, 2013

It is wonderful that you took the leap into creative bliss.  I look forward to your blogs uncensored. Hope you post pictures.  Love, Jane

#2. Posted by RJ Flamingo on August 10, 2013

I am thrilled beyond words for you! I have missed your blog posts and look forward to a return of the Miz Shoes I have always known and adored. Mazel Tov and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow!!! {{{Hugs!!!}}}

#3. Posted by caroline aka FiberTribe on August 12, 2013

Yay, chica!!
Cannot WAIT to see what you create!
p.s. synchronicity or what? the capcha word below was “hands21”. I shit you not.

#4. Posted by MM on August 16, 2013

Yay hurray! Today is the 16th! The sister’s applauded loudly and cheered with abandon upon reading the news. Welcome back Dear Mz. Shoes…

#5. Posted by Fiber Ninja on October 28, 2013

Mazel Tov on the corporate cork from your bottle of creative juices finally being removed. Now take that bottle and pour it all over the world.

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