Winner. Winner. Turkey Dinner.

Dear 28,
Spoiler alert: We won.
Gretchen  put together a tournament, I signed up partnerless and ready to re-learn* my Euchre "skills." She kindly sent out a Euchre how-to and I, of course, researched the origins of the game. Six tables. 12 teams. And one super cute baby. We took to the tables and battled it out to see which team would trump the others.

Photos thanks to Tim. (Thanks Tim)

Lindsay and I took home the coveted trophy and the turkey, winning the first Euchre Night. (In an admittedly controversial, but still completely legitimate way.)

Here are a few things I learned in the Euchredome (which is what I'm now calling the Paluch's home, formally known as #scotchclubplace):
1- I'm a teacher's pet. Still. I read the rules Gretchen sent out. But at least I knew Brianne did too. Oh and I did additional research.(I tried to put an interesting Euchre fact out there--"did you know Euchre is thought to be a German card game that gained popularity in Michigan?" It wasn't exactly well received. I think there were audible groans. That was the end of interesting Euchre facts. Obviously.)
2- I have really competitive friends. Like really competitive. Like ultra competitive.
3- Hook references are lost on most people. Come on. It was 1991. Rufio grew on you throughout the movie and you know you cried when he was stabbed by the Hook. "Bangarang Peter!"
4- Scoring systems upset people and Boise State. Scoring systems just can't please everyone. Sorry Steve.
5- Clubs and Spades actually look quite different. I can't seem to tell the difference. (Sort of like how I don't know right from left.) But because Lindsay is kind, she didn't make fun of me for it and allowed me to call them "shovels" and "clovers" (much better descriptions of their shapes)
6- "Picking up tricks" is rarely unfunny to say outloud.
7- Pumpkin Doughnut Muffins, according to the tournament director, "taste like dirt feels."

In the end, three rounds were played, three teams were left undefeated and the Tournament Director took it to the individual game scores. So we "won." And I held my winnings over the heads of the Harders. Sorry Steve.

I crossed off #25 for Yesvember. I reconciled with Lily (shown above looking studious) and I think she's pretty much over the beanbag incident (although I'm not sure I'll ever be). Winner.

xo- LP

*Anne, Katie and Jeans taught me euchre in college. Thanks friends. Sorry I never won games on the 710 E. Jefferson porch. But last night, oh last night I was a winner.

Yesvember makes a comeback. (And so does the blog).

Dear 28,
It's time to be ambitious again. According to some fancy horoscope Liz sent me, my November is going to be packed to the gunwalls (brought that back too) with yeses. Last year I blogged a whole bunch more. Yes. I know this. So I've decided to do the midyear list of 28.

Yesvember makes a comeback. Some of the items not completed from last year made this year's list, and I've included some exciting and terribly mundane bits I'm hoping to complete in 11/2011 as well.

28 challenges. 31 days. One month of Yes (and a wee bit of stress) because I can't keep saying no to the blog.
1. Try a new bourbon.
2. Make a pie for Thanksgiving.
3. See the Hawkeyes play live. (It's #13.)
4. Stir up something out of the "Cook with Jamie" book you couldn't live without.
5. Peek inside the Basilica of St. John.
6. Renew my passport.
7. Create a line of XO-LP Holiday cards.
8. Eat at Cafe di Scala.
9. Decorate the Stoop for Christmas.
10. Build a human pyramid.
11. Read a book. (This just can't seem to happen)
12. Go to the Des Moines Symphony.
13. Master the art of winter layers. And fearlessly wear tights.
14. Cheer on the Bulldogs at a basketball game.
15. See a play.
16. See Des Moines' Bass Pro Shop. (If it's cool in Springfield...)
17. Walk across that Center Street Bridge.
18. Take more photobooth photos.
19. Celebrate the onset of the holidays (and sell a bunch of cards) at the East Village Holiday Promenade.
20. Walk through that Woodland Cemetery.
21. Coq au Vin.
22. Go to a movie.
23. Take a yoga class. Maybe more than once.
24. Go see the ArtVend machine up in Ames.
25. Play cards.
26. Perform with Our Kelly.
27. Light the sparklers. Even thought they are out of season.
28. Retry baking a cake.

Sounds like a lot. So who's with me?
xo-LP

Spooktacular!

Dear 28,
This blog hasn't died yet. Internet at the stoop now. And LOOK, several items newly crossed off the list. Unlike the last six months, the next six will be full of poorly-written-about fun. Including a post about the greatest show I've seen in the last two years, a night of scotchclub at the stoop and the many other undocumented adventures.

Happy Halloween!

xo-LP

SuperFancy Cooking on a Sunday takes a long time.

Dear 28,
Writing about cooking? This blog is getting really diverse in content. I keep all my Martha Stewart Living magazines. Semi-obsessively. But I've never cooked a recipe out of any of them. So after scanning the pages of old October issues, I settled on crafting a feast. I could locate and operate an immersion blender. I could figure out how to peel a squash. I would conquer this meal plan provided by the queen of craftiness. (This is how I talk myself up when tackling a difficult task. Or when planning to host another stoop dinner that requires a hefty grocery list. Positive vibes.)

The menu included:
Roasted Pumpkin Soup
Black-Eyed Pea Salad
Cheese Flautas with Cilantro Pesto
Apple Cranberry Crumble

Martha was even kind enough in the article to tell me the order in which to cook things (1. Roast veggies and make pesto. 2. Prepare black eyed peas, salad dressing. 3. Blend soup and prepare flautas. 4. Fry stuff.)

So with my sous chef (Liz you were excellent company) and all the ingredients scattered on the counter, I started peeling 2.75lbs of butternut squash. "Butternut squash?" you say. Yes. Apparently a "sugar pumpkin" doesn't exist at Dahl's and even the produce guy is unsure if a "pie pumpkin" and a "sugar pumpkin" are the same thing. (Note: apparently the two are the same. Sometimes called "sugar pie pumpkins.") While darling Martha did not tell me how to peel or cut up a butternut squash, I was able to cross reference Real Simple, and managed to not slice off my fingers with the sharpest, largest serrated knife ever. Then there was the use of an immersion blender. That was fun.

There were those cilantro+pepitas pesto troubles (the mini-food-processor had some problems). If you decide to make that pesto-- be sure to add extra lime juice and to know that you really only have to buy one bunch of cilantro, that's plenty. Martha asks for you to use baby red mustard greens in the salad, psh. Using a spring mix pre-packaged salad worked just fine. The crumble used the prettiest shiny red frozen cranberries, but would have benefited from some bonus sugar (I used granny smith apples, maybe a sweeter baking apple would have helped too.) 

In the end the meal took about 3.5 hours to prepare, fed about 8 people and was polished off in about 20 minutes. The food was complimented. My sleeveless blue angels shirt I wore while cooking was not.

xo- LP

I just can't get enough.

Dear 28,
I just can't get enough makes its triumphant return. (and covers some topics you're all dying to know about).

1- The Meaning of Flowers.
I'm serious. I spent nearly 1.5 hours looking at this. After lots of research (and realizing this is why some people may think I'm weird) I had two (other) thoughts.
A) Who determined all of this? Was there a flower panel? Maybe a florist who wanted to peddle more Red Tulips (those mean "declaration of love" and a symbol of a perfect lover. sending tulips make a bold statement)? Maybe it's just a bunch of whooie? and B) Why don't florists tell me these things before I send Gardenias to my boss. There's lots of sites that say many different things, but my favorites included:

Yellow Carnations = Rejection 

(Who sends rejection flowers? Maybe the Bachelor should start handing yellow carnations out to the chicks he doesn't like. That'd shake up a rose ceremony.)

Purple Hyacinth = I'm sorry

Begonias = "Beware I am fanciful"
(Who says that? I think I will start.)

2- Recipes, Reading Cookbooks KarenBrady-Style, and all things Martha Stewart.

The new digs have turned me into a kitchen dweller, again. Maybe its the early morning cardio (I don't believe it most mornings either) and the quest to eat a wee bit better, or the fact that I have a dishwasher (that's more likely), but whatever it is, I'm using the hell out of this new kitchen. I've also spent a bunch of time asking questions about food at the farmers market. (Did you know: kohlrabi is to be peeled and eaten raw. Chicken mushrooms actually have the texture of chicken, seems obvious though, but they also stand up well to grilling. There are itty bitty tomatoes at the Butcher Crick Farms stand that you could eat like grapes.)

Here's a few I think you should try: non-cole-slaw-coleslaw, Ratatouille (without the poached eggs), and you should get Chase+Sara to help you make a shrimp boil too. 

3- Shows on which they sing.

It's a well known fact that I'd prefer life to be a musical.

 (I should also note that all I want to do most of the time is be on a stage, in a band, a backup dancer, etc. #19 was crossed off on the epic Jake+Sahar weekend where I was in a band. Like on the stage. In a band of men with Irish brogues. I played a fancy tambourine. People now call me the "Rhythm Riot." And by people, I mean me.) 

A photo from the epic weekend. (after I was in a band)

 So sign me up for SingOffs, and XFactors and Glee. I'll gladly sing into a wooden spoon during commercials while I whip up cilantro pesto flautas and pumpkin soup. That's not at all embarrassing.

4- Books that teach creatives how to write a business plan.

I've checked out all I can find at the Des Moines Public Library. I've tried to piece together notes of them all.
Here's what I've flipped through:
The Handmade Marketplace
Craft, Inc
How to Make Money Using Etsy (Sorry dude-who-wrote-this, I didn't find you terribly helpful)
Start Your Own Arts and Crafts Business
What else should I be reading?

(So much knowledge in one post.)
xo-LP 

#postcardempire

Dear 28,
First of all. Apparently August wasn't packed to the "gunwalls" (like the inside of a gun) but should have been packed to the "gunwales" (a nautical term I guess.) Easy mistake if you ask me.

Onto the biggest news of the year. It's really the biggest news of my year, to-date. I printed the postcards. Finally. All it took was a meeting down at Universal Printing, a few egg rolls, 37 handwritten lists, Sara's speedy print skills and talking about doing this for nearly 5 years.

And as a bonus, they were printed in time for this project: 2011ArtVend. I haven't seen the vending machine yet, but I'll share it when I do. If you're up in Ames next week- check out the project at Wheatsfield Cooperative Grocery.

I sold a bunch of cards wholesale the day they were printed to my dear friends at Ephemera and darling Emily of Francy Pants and I was feeling pretty great actually, until I realized I still had about 450 postcards on my hands. I even updated my Etsy site. Then, in a moment of potential insanity, sitting outside Aimee with Chels watching the world class athletes of the HyVee Triathlon race by, we plotted my teeny table at the East Village Bazaar.

With lots of help*, a super great drawer from Francy Pants, and a little bit of courage (it's scary to sell your wares at a table. what if people don't like them), I set up my card table Sunday morning hoping for the best. Some people commented on the lovely flowers, or the weather, or the fact that my freckled-fair-skin should retreat from the sun immediately, but so many others said "oh these are cute" or giggled while reading them or even (gasp) bought one. Even strangers purchased postcards! 55 cards and 4 hours later I closed up shop. Bigtime success.

 

After about 20 years of drawing greetings, I still can't believe I sat on East 5th Street selling them. I'm giving it a go again this Sunday-- stop by and ask me about the weather.

xo-LP

*Thanks for the push to print, the help getting my sales tax id, for telling me the drawings are cute, for telling me when things really are only funny in my head and not in a drawing, for sending the cards to your moms, for reminding me I can actually do this, for color-correcting, for telling me no one but me really cares about card-stock-quality, for letting me talk about it constantly, for buying them when I try to give you them for free, and most of all- believing in me. Thank you to all of you.

An Ode to the 4404.

Dear 28,
After much revision (and much research so to make it a classifiable "ode," which I believe it still is not).
The Stoop is perfect. But my sweet and lovely 4404, you're forever in my heart.

An Ode to the 4404

Back in 2007 we met out of desperation

and necessity.

I moved in with haste and Grandma's loveseat.

You were home to bountiful bowls of pasta

on Tuesdays.

I once fainted on your stairs.

You went through 2 TVs, 4 antennas

and never had cable.

Our biggest argument stemmed from the

digital television conversion.

Secret meetings happened behind your door,

and one wall is probably still stained with pinot noir.

The humble pantry was packed with paper,

scissors,sequins and sundry other crafty goods.

At least eight other people have had keys to your door.

We baked bread, and terrible cake, and Easter ham.

Many a plant met its demise on the sill of

your perfect kitchen window.

I constantly found glitter on your floor.

Many (solo) dance parties, dinner parties

and pre-parties and even post-parties were

celebrated in your living room.

You served as refuge for those seeking a home

and those searching for a dress.

I should apologize to #10 for all the R.Kelly serenades.

Des Moines became home within your walls.

Your tiny closets will not be missed.

xo-LP

You have a blog?

Dear 28,
I haven't been able to write. And it's making my brain hurt (more on the brain later. there'll be photos too.). After a year of spilling my thoughts into a text box, I miss the release it gave me, the way it made me laugh, the kind of perspective and sense of accomplishment these silly little posts gave me. And then there's the people who remind me I'm not blogging...

(This is how I look when unable to write.) 

Here we are, nearly 5 months in, at a time when I am "having the best time of my life" (I actually said that to Laura yesterday over lunch. Those exact words) and am doing all this stuff that I've been dreaming up for years (more on that too-- and no. these are no longer hollow writing promises.) In year 27 I'd penned over 60 posts by Labor Day. This year I've written less than 15. It's not for lack of material (this year's been full of odd, superfun and comical bits of blogable life), I just can't seem to get myself to push the keys of the macbook.

Look at that. Typing. Right now. It's a bloggin miracle.

So I decided on this blessed day, the Sara+Holly birth anniversary, I should give it a try. And remember why I started writing in the first place. And remember how hilariously wonderful my life is, especially when I type it out for all the interweb to read.

I suppose we should start with August. Summer really was a blur, the good kind of blur. I did a sloppy recap of July, but August deserves a little more care. There was so much in August, typically marked as my second least favorite month of the year (behind February of course), but yet again the 8th month was packed to the gunwalls with delights.

The highlight of the month was a visit from my sister Jen. (You'll probably click on this link. And then see her blog. And yes. She was on a billboard. And on Ellen.) She megabused into my city and we had a weekend that'll go down as one of my favorite with her in all the 26 years we've known each other. We awed the crowd at AJs with a stirring duet of "Gotham City" (oh and then she iced me. i thought this was a city of justice. a city of love.), took in the Iowa State Fair efficiently and hosted a pre-rager-rager at the Stoop right after she color-coordinated my bookshelf and unboxed some more of my belongings. (Thanks Jen. Can't wait to come see you and complete #25 in December!)

In addition to Jenapalooza, I moved into a new place (The Stoop is my new dwelling. Still working on writing that ode to the 4404), I saw Janet Jackson live at the fair and witnessed the re-emergence of fun Tone and his dancemoves, I went back (back back) to Cali (Cali) with my fun-foodie coworker and the most delicious cake I've ever tasted, had my freelance illustration debut hit 100 mailboxes thanks to the Dwolla, lived through a zombie attack in Des Moines' East Village, sangria-ed in a salvage shop, and got all sporty at a wiffle-ball tournament (and that weird Des Moines wall climbing thing happened too).

Told you it was " packed to the gunwalls." And September, oh. I am simply falling in love with September. The blog lives on.
xo-LP

So maybe you've heard I draw things...

Dear 28,
So maybe you've heard: I draw things. For at least the last five years I've been using highlighters and an unlimited supply of punny material (Some have been funnier than others, I will admit that.) and nearly 1000 postcard stamps to entertain myself and send mail to a whole bunch of people I like.

PKN 03/11 - Over 40 cards to hand out.

And then, poof*, someone wants to (gasp) buy them from me. In the past year I've sold at my favorite local stationary shop, Ephemera, fulfilled several custom orders (it's hard to make Easter funny, but I was hoppy to try for somebunny special), and even did a couple sets.

And then, a couple weeks ago, I was asked by my friends at Dwolla to help out with something big time. In one week I sort of became a real illustrator. (At least that's what I'm calling it.) 75 printed postcards went out inviting Dwolla peeps to "meet up" on August 24th- you should go too. I'm so excited about it. Probably a little too much, but thanks to Sara, it all came together. 

Sketching the top 20 cards for the printing.

I'm trying to grow my little postcard biz ever so slowly. I'm not that business savvy and after years of doing this for fun, it's hard to think of it in that way. I have all kinds of people willing to help me get moving (Francy Pants- you will get your cards first, promised) and lots holding me and my highlighters accountable. Then there's tax ids, plans, craft shows, displays, storage of 2,000 cards and wholesaling to worry about, which seems like a whole lot. Soon I'll be printed. Soon. In the meantime, thanks for supporting my itty bitty postcard empire.

xo-LP

(Fast forward to August 13, 2013 and here I am still printing cards and sending mail. Read more about the new projects, plans and the [gasp] year 30 list at http://xo-lp.com)

*It wasn't really some sort of magic "poof." Actually it was more like a lot of people thinking what I make is cool. Then talking about it. And then telling more people about it. Then the poof happened. I have really terrific people willing to talk about me, or at least talk good things about my whimsy highlighter drawings.

28 has been busier than 27.

Dear 28,
I think 28 has already outdone 27 and we're only a couple months in. I've had a blogless 6ish weeks and so much has happened I don't know where to start this turbo speed recap.

Got to introduce Janer to the delights of Des Moines. She cooked, she cleaned, she wrote thank you notes.

There was that little music festival at the month's beginning: 80/35 rocked my socks off. So much good stuff to see. So much sangria to be had. So much I should write but don't have time to document.

We watched (and napped through) Jaws on the lawn of the DMAC (in honor of Tim).

Tom's birthday celebrated over lawn games, kind company and a medal I didn't win but was able to wear.

Dinner with an artist who was sassy, a postcard hater, quite talented and shared my love of whiskey.

In other July news, I witnessed two perfect weddings (photos to come) in Missouri and Illinois, traveled to Minneapolis, dined with another artist, celebrated the end of the 4404 era, moved into the Stoop, was holed up on the couch for four sick days, and fell in love, again, with confetti.

It's no surprise (after writing all that out) that there hasn't been much time to blog. Off on vacation but upon return- big news in the postcard biz, an ode to the 4404 and more list-cross-things-off adventures.

Until then. 

xo-LP