Sunday, January 22, 2012

Into Each Life Some Sweat Must Fall

Small stuff is not worthy of perspiration, per the old adage.  Therefore, I have steeled myself against the disappointment of the covers of my Princess Power Packs.  They are not usable, so I am a few bucks out, and discouraged because I hoped to ship them tomorrow.

I took a deep breath, made a firm decision not to freak out, and began to consider options.  My first thought was to send my originals to my brother's childhood friend George Goetzman, a second-generation professional photographer in my home town.  I know George won't touch a camera that cost less than a late model foreign car. (By "foreign," I mean Italian or German, and by "camera,"I mean something other than "Sony Cybershot.")

George could photograph my cute little funky colored-pencil drawings in his studio, where he has perfect light and an exactly flat angle and that sort of thing.  I ruminated on the Goetzman Solution while I ate my veggie artisan sandwich at Starbucks and struggled to get a grip.  (Note:  I think a "grip" is actually a guy who carries the camera for a film crew--a happy coincidence of alternative definitions in this case.) 

Then I remembered my daughter in law recently bought a new camera for her web design work.  It's probably a slightly less evolved creature than George's, but again, how much technology does it take to photograph a drawing that will print in a reasonably high resolution?  What do they use for "O Magazine?" One of those things the size of a Coleman stove with 40 or 50 gears, levers, dials, buttons and other troublesome members?  I'm just a simple senior administrative assistant.  I can barely work my Sony Cybershot.  Is Kat Green Store doomed?

The Starbucks was noisy, so I nipped down the block to Safeway and bought a Pepsi, still mustering the courage to butt heads with my latest set-back.  I weighed the daughter in law option until I got too cold.  I suspect they keep it chilly in the cafeteria area of Safeway to discourage bums like myself.  Feeling adrift, unloved and unresolved I hunched my shoulders and strode into the rain to my car, cranked up the heater and forged ahead to my favorite hideaway, Bellevue's eclectic and non-snooty Crossroads Mall where all squatters are equally welcome to stay till closing if they feel like it. 

By then I had reconciled myself to the option of bundling up the project and shipping it to Corine.  I know she will come up with something exponentially better than my attempt, and very possibly at least as good as George's.  I finished Snowflower and the Secret Fan, but found a P.G. Wodehouse book in the second hand store that I had not read.

I don't need to tell my readers (if any) that my mood is now healed thanks to Bertie Wooster, and the covers of my Princess Power Packs are ready to ship to Arizona for plastic surgery.

It's a minor set-back.  An annoyance.  Drat.

Another Tiny Princess Step

A creative facebook friend suggested one of the princess poses for the Princess Power Pack should be princess palls experimenting with scarves and turbans.  I decided that should definitely be in the pack.  Here are the colored version, which will be one of the covers, and the line drawing for a child to color.

Seattle Children's Hospital has also agreed to use the packs, so now I'm prepared to spend quite a bit more money on these.  I clearly do not have a businesswoman's DNA.  I am thrilled that I don't have to worry about selling these for enough to cover the cost of production.  They are a donation, which completely resolves all of those annoying profitability issues.

The weather has warmed up, so now I can get to the printer and get these things in the mail.  This is one of those little turns in the road that take you into unknown territory.  I am old enough now that I have learned my dreams are just that, and once past that hurdle it became easier for me to make an effort without weighing the reality that it will probably fail.  The future is now spread enticingly before my strong, smart grandchildren.  My own is well spent and no longer at issue; so I can draw for joy and sincerely admire the superior work of artists who draw for money.  If a little girl somewhere spends a contented hour coloring princesses who, like her, have lost their beautiful hair, that is my success.

Princesses palls all don scarves for solidarity

Here's one to color.
Ha!  Do you see what I left out?

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

St. Jude's

I received a beautiful letter from the Director of Child Life at St. Judes, agreeing to accept my donation of Princess Power Packs for little girls to color during their chemotherapy.  I am ecstatic. 

I had, this very day, read a sentence that I knew had been conceived specifically for my consumption in The Secret Life of Bees, by Sue Monk Kidd:  August the beekeeper, says to Lily, the narrative character; "Actually, you can be bad at something, Lily, but if you love doing it, that will be enough."

I stopped reading and closed my eyes to soak in the wisdom.  I love art, and exceptional draftsmanship and talent thrill me to my toenails.  My own work will never be brilliant; but I will always love it.  Maybe that really will be enough!  Here is my confession, vulnerable and unrealistic though it might be:  I desperately hope love will be enough.

I'll put together as many Princess Power Packs as I can afford and bundle them off to Memphis, with love oozing from every page.

Stay tuned...

Saturday, January 14, 2012

A Princess Detour

A friend suggested I should make sure some of my princesses were bald, in solidarity with little princess fans who are undergoing chemotherapy.

I loved the idea--in fact the whole point of Kat Green Store is to draw things for people who like to color-- especially things they have specifically asked for.

I have no idea where this will go; so I wanted to blog the journey, in case it gets interesting.  My friend, who has been deeply involved in fund-raising for City of Hope most of her life, said I should contact St. Judes.  She always thinks big.  She also advised that I could always ask for the Child Life Director of my local Children's Hospital.  This will take a bit of research and courage, but doesn't everything?

Here are the three pictures, colored.  Each "Princess Power Pack" will have one colored picture on the front and all three line drawings in the pack.  I'm going to make these as inexpensively as possible, because I want to donate them and my means are modest.  I think they will be fun, though.  I'll get clear plastic report covers  and wrap them in a pink ribbon tied with a bow.

Wish me luck.  And if you know a little girl undergoing chemo, or if your daughter has a friend or classmate who has lost her hair, please let me know.  I'll send you one right away.

Here's our princess, working on her wig with her princess pall. 

Princess Power in action.  Friends make even bad days good.

Princess Power:  Friends bring her-- and swing her-- along.