Monthly Archives: May 2013

Day 151 : m-in-law

151Louise

Sandy: Louise has evolved into a family name. My mother-in-law, Louise, has a niece named after her. It was my mom’s best friend’s name so Mom used it as a middle name for my older sister. My husband and I also used Louise as a middle name for one our daughters.

My mother-in-law was vivacious and effervescent, sometimes unconventional and other times conservative. She loved a good adventure. With four sons in tow, she rarely considered anything impossible, whether it was riding horses at a dude ranch, skiing down a black diamond run or traveling around Europe. She had a zest for life which ended too early by Alzheimer’s disease.

I lettered her name in Scriptina, one of my favorite fonts. It’s elegant with a little sass. That was my mother-in-law.

Sandy’s year long journey – going from being a right-hander to left-hander, and Kelly’s parallel trip as a left-hander doing things as a right-hander.

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Day 150 : diddle dumpling

150JohnAlex

Sandy: My husband always liked the idea of having a son named after him. I thought it would be confusing and would lead to nicknames, never using the child’s actual name. But after having two daughters and while I was pregnant with boy/girl twins, it was imminent we would name our son John. We called him Alex (shortened from his middle name, Alexander) until he pleaded with me, at age 4, to call him John. So be it.

Sandy’s year long journey – going from being a right-hander to left-hander, and Kelly’s parallel trip as a left-hander doing things as a right-hander.


Day 149 : girls, girls, girls

149daughters

Sandy: I love hanging with my daughters, together or separately. Great and interesting food being a common denominator for all my children, they are willing conspirators to search out new eateries. Often I ask them for a restaurant suggestion in the City since two of them reside there and know the reputations of or have eaten at the newest restaurants.

Jessica had researched Juneau and found a sourdough bakery, Wild Oven, to visit while in Alaska a few weeks ago. The focaccia was so tender, almost right out of the oven, as was the cranberry bread which we went back for after it had been baked.

It was hard to be so exact while lettering their names. When I started thinking of the letters as objects, like the earlier flower drawings, rather than letters, it was much easier and looked more like the fonts I copied.

Sandy’s year long journey – going from being a right-hander to left-hander, and Kelly’s parallel trip as a left-hander doing things as a right-hander.


Day 148 : honey bunny

Sandy: The name always conjures up the intense moment when, in Pulp Fiction, Honey Bunny is unsure of her next move but her honey assures her that has her back no matter what she does. That’s my husband, my honey bunny. I can count on him to always have my back.

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When I was in high school a lot of us had denim covered binders. We used to write on them, usually inscribing the name of our boyfriend or of someone on which we had a crush, repeated the name until it made a pleasing image.

Sandy’s year long journey – going from being a right-hander to left-hander, and Kelly’s parallel trip as a left-hander doing things as a right-hander.


Day 147 : sistas

147sistas

Sandy: My sisters’ nicknames were Daff or Daphy, Littlebit and Lizbit, mine was San. Now we call each other Sister.

I just spent 10 days with my sisters, not something we do very often. The last time the three of us vacationed together was about ten years ago and it really tested our relationship (that’s putting it mildly). This time we had a great time with our parents and my oldest daughter. We danced with our 90 year old dad, took silly pictures, walked four miles with mom, 85 y/o. The family time around the dining table, three times a day, was so sweet and memorable.

Sandy’s year long journey – going from being a right-hander to left-hander, and Kelly’s parallel trip as a left-hander doing things as a right-hander.


Day 146 : bros

146bros

Sandy: My oldest brother, Ying, moved from China to the USA, and only lived with us for two years before entering the military. Fifteen years older than me, he sent me a birthday card every year. I always felt a gratitude that he remembered even though we only spent a couple of years living together under one roof. 

My younger brothers were always a lot of fun when we were children. They were always willing to do the same things as their older sisters no matter how silly or crazy. To this day they both have a great sense of humor.

Sandy’s year long journey – going from being a right-hander to left-hander, and Kelly’s parallel trip as a left-hander doing things as a right-hander.


Day 145 : parents

145parents

Sandy: My dad’s boyhood name was George. Most of his friends now call him by his middle name, Tuck. Though a little unusual, I’ve met a couple of men named Tuck. One guy’s given name was Charles but he didn’t like Chuck as a nickname so he chose to call himself Tuck.

When my mom went to Catholic school in Shanghai she was given the name Jane. She saw a British owned boutique in Shanghai called Baby Jayne, liked the spelling better and changed her name.

Sandy’s year long journey – going from being a right-hander to left-hander, and Kelly’s parallel trip as a left-hander doing things as a right-hander.


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