The Button Jar

ink and watercolor button illustration by Jacque Oman Clinton

“Buttons”, ink and watercolor

4 years ago, my husband and I — newly engaged at the time — received an early wedding present from a friend. This friend (a true gentleman and scholar) was about to leave for Liberia on a Peace Corps mission and wasn’t going to make it to our wedding. In a grand gesture of heartfelt congratulations, he gave us one of the greatest gifts ever. He gave us…

…the button jar.The Button Jar

Brace yourselves, you know what’s coming: metaphors. Oh how I love them!

Man, oh man, the button jar is great. Who can resist a collection of colorful round things?! But it’s more than just a shiny vessel of visual delight. It has become, in my mind, a symbol of home. Of OUR home — my husband’s and mine — and the life that we are building together.

It’s a jar of buttons, but it’s also a jar of memories. Some are small, some are big. Each one is colorful in its own poignant way.

It’s a jar of possibilities and hope. There are many ways one could use those buttons — it’s a jar full of potential! It’s like our future and all the adventures ahead.  It’s filled with unknown and wonderful things that will make us stronger and bring us closer.

It’s a jar filled with all the tiny, special moments — from the mundane to the spectacular — that accumulate, day after day, year after year, and make this a truly blessed life.

I bring this up now because, since moving into our first HOUSE, it seems like we’ve been adding a lot of button moments to our jar. It’s been a new and exciting adventure, and it’s fun tackling this “home owning” thing together. There are buttons for the peaceful nights that we’ve plunked down, exhausted, on the couch and listened to the crickets chirping through the open windows. There’s a button for the afternoon that we dismantled the clothes dryer, and one or two buttons for the almost daily trips to Home Depot. There are buttons for the lights that don’t work yet and buttons for the neighbor’s dogs. There are lots of buttons, so I won’t list them all.

I made the ink and watercolor drawing above (which I’ll turn into a print and put on Etsy as soon as I unearth all my printing supplies from the chaos that is my unfinished new studio) simply because the buttons were colorful and cute. They were calling out to me amidst the disorder of half-unpacked boxes and post-moving clutter, begging me to draw them. In retrospect, of course, I see that, like most other things I make, this is a documentary drawing, helping chronicle my life.

Yes, life. Ain’t it great?

It sure is. Bye!

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Some “Moving” Thoughts & First Impressions

2 weeks ago, my husband and I packed up and moved. It was tiring and a little stressful and so far, totally worth it. During the packing process, I managed to make a little time (or was I procrastinating with the packing and cleaning?) to do some doodles of my “moving” thoughts (“Moving!” Get it? Eh? Eh?) . They were just light-hearted observations about the funny things you think about when you’re packing and looking at your life laid out in accumulations of stuff and boxes…

Moving_Doodle


In case you can’t read my scribbles:

Right now, life is all packing and boxes and check lists…and existential questions of “Do I need this?” and “Why do I have so much stuff?”

You laugh when you realize that you’re, without doubt, keeping the giant jar of buttons, but not sure whether to keep the computer or not…

…and sometimes you find yourself on Google Maps, checking how close the nearest Dairy Queens, Pizza Huts, and YMCA’s are to your future home, because when the prospect of the BIG moving day seems too overwhelming to handle, apparently these are the lights at the end of the tunnel.

But not really. The light at the end is much more than those! It’s just oddly exhilarating, for some reason, to know that if you have to bribe yourself to pack up, load the truck, haul off, unload, and do it all in one day, you can do it with a Blizzard.

(**Note that I don’t actually care that much for Dairy Queen OR Pizza Hut, but I find it novel to live near them now, since I have not had them easily accessible to me before…)


 

Pizza and ice cream were not the only dumb things I thought about while packing. It seems that daydreaming about such trifling matters, such as the ones below, was how I kept myself from feeling too stressed out and grumpy.

Moving_Doodle_2Anyway. That’s all in the past. We moved in, we were tired, and then we recovered. Some boxes are unpacked. Some are not.

But now we have new digs to explore! I’ve taken a liking to the colorful colonial houses in Massachusetts. Here are some doodles from the last week. I doodle houses while I eat breakfast. What a way to start each day!

Salem_Houses_4 Salem_Houses_3Salem_Houses_1 Salem_House_2

I’ve also been working on finishing up a meticulous watercolor painting that’s been in the works for a while and searching around for artistic opportunities in my new area. These Boston suburbs seem pretty happy to celebrate artists! I see good things ahead 🙂

Welp…I hope you enjoyed today’s mundane musings. See you next time!

 

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