Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Shaping the physical world with SketchUp

I've been having fun learning a new software--SketchUp. It brings together my analytical mind as well as my creative mind. A couple weeks ago I created the floor plan to my house and conjured up a 3D building with road, sidewalk, landscaping, cars, and a delivery truck.

This would be a fun way to envision a tiny house or small house. Maybe one of these will be my dream house.

I saw a cool video, Designing a Tiny House. It started with the foundation, framing, and finishing. It even had a slider to make for more stationary living space.

I love learning new software. It's all a playground for me.

House floor plan

1691 House | Main Floor

1691 House | Upper Floor

3D Model - Business on the Corner


Thursday, January 14, 2016

Latest client project: Shirley Wilsey

Let me introduce you to Shirley Wilsey, author of All You Can Do, a book of poems. She is a writer, singer, tap dancer, harpist--a woman of many talents. With much prodding from many friends, Shirley finally comes out of the shadows with her debute book covering a wide range of topics from youth to aging, spirituality, nature, contemplation, and the like.

All You Can Do, Poems by Shirley Wilsey

All You Can Do is a client project available soon online. Visit Writing Woman Press to see more about the book and the author, Shirley Wilsey.

I designed the book cover, blog site, and business card. She was pleased to have me walk her through some of the not-so-obvious parts of self-publishing, such as ISBN and barcode, LCCN (Library of Congress Control Number), PCN (Preassigned Control Number), Library of Congress registration, pricing, and more.

In addition, I designed a business card for her to tie into the branding of her book cover and blog site.

All You Can Do, Poems by Shirley Wilsey

“If you have a great book or collection of photos and would like to publish them, but haven’t a clue how to begin, Lissa is your trusty guide through the labyrinth of book-making and self- publishing. She will not only go the extra mile, she will run the marathon with you. From page layout to designing the best possible cover to getting your ISBN number and setting up your author page on FaceBook, she can help with it all. She will share your enthusiasm and be patient with your anxiety. You’ll learn a lot and end up with a terrific book.  I highly recommend her.”
~ Shirley Wilsey

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Holiday Greeting Cards & 2016 Calendar | Yellowstone Deadline 11/16

It’s that time of year ... When the bells jingle, dreidels are spun, houses are decorated, and families gather.

If you haven’t chosen your holiday cards this year or would like my new calendar (all photos are mine from my trip this summer), here’s an opportunity. I'm taking orders now, so make your purchase by Monday, 11/16 noon MST and I’ll have them ready to ship Priority Mail by 11/20. Feel free to mix and match the card designs (instructions below).

Order information:

NEW! 2016 Calendar | Yellowstone
13 month 11" x 8.5" format

Price: $20.00

Holiday Greeting Cards

12 designs:

1 It’s a holly jolly Christmas
2 Hanging Christmas balls
3 Icicle
4 Jingle bells
5 'Tis the Season
6 Joy Candles
7 Clear Creek, Golden, CO – B/W
8 The gift of a snowy day
9 Kobi – Peace
10 Snowy rose
11 Red berries
12 White berries

Dimensions are 4.875 square with a 5 x 5 white envelope, printed on a high quality paper. Cards will be package in a ziploc bag.

REMINDER: square format takes additional postage, .65 (1st class + .20) 

  1. Select card images you like (yes, you can mix and match)
  2. Contact me through my contact page with your quantities and image numbers 
  3. Pay with the PayPal link below; choose quantities of 12, 24, 36

Greeting Cards
click the drop down menu for additional quantities.

Thanks so much. I look forward to hearing from you!

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Saying Goodbye to Fall

Yesterday, I went to walk on a familiar Boulder path. Before I even got there, I traveled through the parking lot to my starting point. I had to stop and capture the golden leaves as I knew they wouldn't last much longer. Even the tree in my front yard has gone from golden to burnt red to almost bare. Fall came and has almost gone very quickly this year.

We know what's coming once the leaves fall. Colder temps. And that white fluffy stuff. We've had some pretty mild years here in Colorado. I wonder what this year will bring.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Shifting Gears and Re-directing

OK, I've decided that it doesn't make much sense to duplicate my efforts on two blogs, and since I have to have the Wordprss site to interact with Wordpress Daily Prompts, from today forward I will only be posting 365 Days of Writing at laf Writes.

I really should have named that url laf Writes, but I can't change it now. If you'd like to follow my writing for the sake of writing journey, please hop on over to laf Writes. and click the Follow button in the right navigation bar. Thanks for understanding and I hope you enjoy my stories.

I will continue to post more art related things here. For example, I want to tell the story behind "a rose is not a rose ...." So watch for that!

Until next time ...

Monday, September 28, 2015

365 Days of Writing | #4 Soulmate

Wordpress Writing Prompt: Ying to My Yang
How do you define the term “soulmate,” and do you believe in the existence of such a person — for you?

Sometimes a rose is not a rose ... it's an onion!

I know the common definitions of soulmate mostly revolve around romantic relationships. That in some time gone by one entity was split in two and they each searched until they found one other. I have lived quite a number of years now and upon contemplation of this prompt have decided soulmates come in many forms: lover, friend, former spouse. Yes, that's what I said, former spouse. I'll start there.

My former husband (not ex--because he's not an ex) of almost 30 years is still a soulmate for me. Two years ago when I got very sick, life-threatening sick he stepped up like no one else in my life. He went to my diagnosis appointment with me when my leukemia was confirmed. He went with me when I was immediately admitted to the hospital. He joined me in many decision-making appointments when I faced whether to have a stem-cell transplant. He was my consultant regarding medical power of attorney. He is the executor of my will. And he visited over the many weeks I was hospitalized. One would say that's a lot. But I was the lucky beneficiary of his financial assistance as well--he provided loan funds for all of my expenses not covered by insurance. All these things are behaviors that come with love. No, not a romantic love. Something far and away much more. I know there are couples who have crumbled under these circumstances. I am forever grateful to him for standing by me this way. All this while he has a second family of his own.

You might ask why he did this. My assessment is simple, he cares. AND he has been in my life all these years for a reason. He knows me better than anyone. We may not have be able to make a marriage work, but our love for one another is clear. We have two grown sons and our focus for many of those years was to raise them the best we could--together out of two households. To teach our sons that we both love them enough not to fight with each other.

Next, some friends can be soulmates. No, these relationships tend not to be romantic and certainly not sexual, but they last over time. It is these that connect through the soul. My friend, Jill, took my sweet puppy dog for a total of my 10 weeks in the hospital. That time was spread over months and every time I needed her she was there. Mind you, she too has a family of her own. Husband, two children, and a dog. But Kobi was welcome and very well taken care of. That removed any worry and concern for me while I fought the cancer battle.

Sumo and Kobi

In addition, I had many friends who stepped up to the plate and took care of things as I recovered. They visited me when I needed uplifting in the hospital and brought me things I needed there. Sometimes they even surprised me with unexpected gifts. They cleaned my house, made my meals,  or simply stayed with me during a three month period post stem-cell transplant. None of them ever asked for a thing. They gave from the heart. And I benefited immeasurably.

That leaves me with lover. The older I get the definition of that word changes. Most would think of lover in the context of sex. Not as important to me anymore as companionship. I don't have a lover currently, but I'm also not too old to remember what it's like to have one. One day, maybe--I'll be lucky there too.

So, do I believe there is a soulmate or soulmates for me? Absolutely! I have proof.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

365 Days of Writing | #3 Who knew ...

Sunday stories with Shirley: Who knew what the adventure would bring us.

I picked Sam up at 6:00 am wanting to beat the commuter traffic out of town. We had agreed we were leaving. Leaving for good. She had had enough of her husband telling her how to live her life. And I had no attachments. Not right now.

With the two hundred dollars I had made working odd jobs in my pocket I figured we could get far enough away not to be found, then find some odd jobs to keep us going. Sam had nothing except the clothes in her pack, a backpack holding her computer, and some water and Oreo cookies. We planned to pick up some breakfast on the way.

Heading north. That's all we knew. Glacier National Park? Maybe we could get an end-of-season job since Sarah worked there and said they were having trouble keeping people. Finally, we both felt free. Free to do whatever our hearts desired. What was that exactly?

"I don't know why I stayed so long," Sam said to Mandy knowing exactly why. She was afraid. She had lost herself in the relationship with Tom. He told her what to do every minute of every day. He called her from work to check up on her. He wouldn't let her see her friends. Mandy was the only friend she really had and she kept that a secret. Being isolated had made her paranoid and skeptical of what might be out there--out there in the world, but Mandy gave her courage.

"Well, it doesn't matter now," I told her. "We're on our way and we'll figure out each next step as it comes."

After two and a half hours on the road from Cheyenne and what seemed like a long silence, Sam startled Mandy. "There's a McDonald's. Let's stop for breakfast?"

We took the exit and pulled into the parking lot. Stopped into the ladies room first and were planning on placing our order when we noticed a man dressed in a suit and tie and ski mask pointing a gun at the service clerk. What was a respectable looking businessman doing holding up a McDonald's? Unfortunately, he notice our movement before we could get out the door and he shot a round in the air. We both stopped breathing and looked back with that deer-in-the-headlights look. Neither of us spoke. Hoping he would just get back to the business of robbing the place, we stood statue-like thinking once he turned his attention we could slip out the door. Not to happen. Not right now. We slipped down to the floor and sat.

Mr. Businessman ranted at the clerk about his french fries being soggy and that he'd asked for no pickles on his burger. It was like everyone was made of stone except him. In the distance we could hear sirens. They couldn't get here fast enough for our liking, but the sound of the sirens turned before they got to us.

Suddenly Sam realized she recognized the navy silk pinstriped suit. Could that really be Tom? We were in Casper. What was he doing here? He wouldn't hurt us, would he? Of course, he must have recognized us. But maybe not in his state. We had to get out. How? I looked back toward the ladies room. Maybe we could get to the side door without him noticing. Tom continued to rant. The clerk was speechless not wanting to aggravate him more. But the manager stepped up and offered to make him a new meal. "No," he shook the gun in the manager's face. "Just stand there so I can see you sweat."

Sam and I inched our way out of sight and kept low. Finally, we got to the side door, but when we pushed we found it jammed. What now?

"I'm thirsty. Get me a root beer you little bitch!" Sam wondered what had made Tom snap. He used to talk to her that way, but never ever in public. The clerk was slow and Tom hollered again, " Get me a fucking root beer!" Sam and Mandy looked at each other. If there was going to be a time to get out, it would be now. Sam pointed to a door with a sign, "Employees Only." They looked at each other again, quickly took off their shoes, and ran for the door. Thank god it was unlocked.

The clerk managed to get her cement-laden feet lifted off the floor and started pouring the root beer. She found her charm again too. "That will be on the house, sir." But Tom wasn't hearing any of that. "You bitch. The warm buttery smile of yours won't save you.  My wife has used that card for years and I'm just not taking it anymore." He fired. Screams. Shock. The manager dialed 911 on his cell phone, but he knew he couldn't talk or the scene would escalate so he left the phone on the floor with the volume turned off. Four other employees crouched behind the counter and fryers. Sam and Mandy ran out the back door with every ounce of energy they could pack into their legs.

Tom suddenly froze, still pointing the gun toward the manager. What had he done? This was not him. He never intended to kill anyone. He was just looking for his wife. She'd been threatening to leave him for months and when he called from work and she didn't answer he was sure she was headed north. She'd talked about going to Canada for years. She had to be somewhere on this damn highway. And McDonald's was her favorite stop. Egg sandwiches. Fish sandwiches. And those stupid fruity drinks.

The sirens blared. He realized they were close enough that he had no chance of escaping. He melted into the floor putting his head in his hands. It would be over soon. All of it. He didn't know what he'd done wrong with Sam, but he was always angry. And now he'd taken it farther than he ever had before.

Sam and Mandy hadn't stopped running until they heard the sirens and saw the "bubble gums" speed by. They sat down. Weakened. Tears streaming. "What am I going to do now, Mandy?"