Graphic and Web Design; Hand-Lettering

Free Cowl Knitting Pattern (Fall 2015)

Category : For fun, Knitting

Autumn Countryside Cowl

Autumn Countryside Cowl knitting patternFellow knitters: Cowl season is here! Please enjoy a free knitted cowl pattern that I designed recently. It’s chocked full of knit, purl and seed stitching, which provides some great visual and physical texture for the season.

For the main color of my own cowl (pictured), I used an autumn-inspired, variegated blend of mohair and merino wool. The contrasting green color is a silk, cashmere and merino wool blend that I had left over from another project. I hope you enjoy this pattern and send me pictures of your own completed cowl.

Download the pattern here!


Two Things

Category : For fun, Lettering

Two Things You Don’t Want to Miss

1. Pick up your Laradise t-shirt NOW
(locally designed/locally printed)

Hurry; supplies are limited!

These are fresh from the printer! I have unisex sizes S, M & L. (I usually wear a size Large in Women’s, but I wear a Medium in this shirt.) They are extremely soft and have a very body-flattering fit. The design includes Laramie’s downtown cityscape, and the words “Been spending most my life living in the land of Laradise” (morphed from “Gangsta’s Paradise”).
Price: $20
How to get one: Email me!
If you live outside Laramie, no problem; just let me know, and we’ll work it out.

Laradise t-shirts
(Click the image to see the design in its entirety.)

2. My latest design

Get your hands on it this summer!

This is the second phrase in my dad’s evolving Words of Wisdom series, and its message of renewal is quite fitting for this time of year. I’m excited to announce that it will be one of the matted 8″ X 10″ prints sold at the Laramie Festival of the Arts this summer! (And if you miss getting a t-shirt now, you’ll have another opportunity at the festival.) More information soon to come!

Tomorrow is a New Day


Mother’s Day: An Homage to My Life-changers

Category : For fun

Mother’s Day: An Homage to My Life-changers

The number of changes I’ve experienced over the past fifteen years have altered my life in tremendous ways. What I’ve learned (mainly through mistakes) has made me a happier, more self-aware, and kinder person, yet there are key people who’ve enabled me to reach unexpected heights. Among these are three women to whom I want to express my thanks:

My High School English Teacher, Ms. Maude(-Harriet)

I remember feeling pretty bad-ass after registering for the college-level ENGL 1010 course as a senior in high school. In my mind, I’d be breezing through another English course while also receiving college credit. The bonus was that Ms. Maude, who was highly-recommended by my older sister and friends, would be teaching it. Word on the street was that she was funny, engaging, and flat-out REAL with her students. I found these things to be true. What I also found was that Ms. Maude maintained high expectations and didn’t allow those expectations to slip.

On the first day of class, she told us that many students go into and through college not knowing how to write, and if we took her class, we were going to learn to write. Based on the grades I received in past courses, I was convinced I already knew how to write; so bring it on. Unfortunately, the D+ I received on my first paper knocked me down quite a few pegs. I was pretty pissed, actually, but I was determined to prove to Ms. Maude that it was a fluke. Fully motivated, I absorbed and regurgitated what I learned, and my papers moved up to C’s and then B’s. I was being challenged, and I couldn’t get enough of it. By the end of the semester, I was writing “A” papers and damn, it was satisfying.

At college, I learned right away that Ms. Maude had gifted me with a tremendous advantage. Just as she’d said that first day in class, my peers didn’t have confidence in their writing; many of them lacked even the most basic skills. Yet my instructors were amazed by the quality of my papers, and my grades reflected it. After I graduated and began applying for jobs, I accepted a staff position at UW’s department of English (of all places). I was told by my supervisor that the search committee tossed out applications if they found any spelling or grammatical errors. Because of the quality of my application, I rose to the top, and my interview secured the job. This experience has been repeated as I’ve moved up the professional ladder.

I am by no means under the illusion that I have exceptional writing skills. But what I learned from Ms. Maude has enabled me to go further than I’d thought possible for myself. The coolest thing of all is that I can actually say I learned something in school that I use in every day life! Everything I’ve achieved has been made possible because I am able to present myself professionally through my writing. Thank you, Ms. Maude!

My Aunt Sharon

Sharon and meAt an early age, I was very aware of Sharon’s independence. She was strong and successful, she achieved her goals, and she didn’t waste her time on nay-sayers. I noticed all of this, I respected it, and I wanted it for myself. So when the time came that she gave me advice, I took it.

I don’t know if every person experiences such a pronounced cross-roads in life, but when I did, my aunt was the one who solidified my direction. To provide a little background, I had moved to Laramie in June and enrolled as a sophomore transfer student for the fall. However, due to my not-so-great living situation, I chickened out, moved back home to Buffalo, and I was riddled with indecision on whether to go to school or move back down to Utah and work. If I went to UW, I’d have to face my long-time high school boyfriend, with whom I just couldn’t seem to cut ties. Our relationship was like a drug; I knew it was unhealthy, but I couldn’t quit. On the other hand, the thought of moving back to Utah after having lived there for a year and working a string of crappy minimum wage jobs wasn’t particularly appealing, either. So, with only a few weeks before the start of the fall semester, I had little time left to decide.

I’m pretty sure it was my birthday when I received the phone call from my aunt Sharon. She spoke first with my mom (and I’m not sure what was said about my situation, because I know my mom wasn’t keen on me attending UW and falling back into old habits), and then my mom handed me the phone. When I answered, Sharon jumped right into it, and she didn’t pull any punches. She demanded to know why I would allow anyone to keep me from my finishing my education. I was stronger than that, and I just needed to suck it up and go. She reminded me that this was my future, and I’d better be the only person determining what happens next. This conversation turned out to be exactly the push I needed from exactly the right person. I say this because no matter how many times someone gives you sound advice, unless it’s the right someone, you aren’t going to listen.

Although the first couple months at UW were no cake walk, eventually I was able to move on and find happiness. In fact, I fell in love and married my husband, I graduated with my BSW, and I secured a job at the university. This past year, I earned my BA in graphic design, and because of it, I will be moving into a career that I’ve dreamt about for the past eight years. I would’ve never expected that one decision could’ve lead to all this. Each day, I’m grateful I had someone I deeply respect give me the best advice of my life. Thank you, Aunt Sharon.

My Mother

MotherIt’s a little harder for me to begin my story about change where it concerns my mother. Throughout my teens, our relationship was strained. We struggled with trust and respect, and our personalities were so different that we had difficulties relating to each other.

In high school, I took tremendous pride in my schoolwork, grades, and extra curricular activities. I won awards, secured lead roles in the school plays, made straight A’s, and I wanted recognition for it. However, it seemed to me that my mom wasn’t aware of the amount of work that I’d put into my achievements. It’s not that she didn’t tell me she was proud of my accomplishments, but the fact that we seemed to butt heads on almost everything else in life seemed to negate whether she recognized my triumphs in school. Oftentimes, I’d demand that she “treat me like an adult!”, and her unfailing response was always, “Then act like it.” This was extremely frustrating for me. What more could I possibly do?

My community college years weren’t any better. Due to my mother’s persistence, I filled out numerous applications and wrote essays in order to land enough grant and scholarship money to earn a full-ride those first two years. And for spending money, I was employed as a work study student between classes. I was completely self-reliant…except for the fact that Sheridan’s community college was only 30 minutes away from home.

At Sheridan, I was pretty anti-social, and I really missed my high school friends. I had fallen into an extremely dark place, and I went home almost every weekend. However, I found that running back to an empty town and semi-empty home only increased my loneliness. I don’t think she remembers it the same way, but to me, my mom and I were fighting even more. I can’t remember much of what we fought about, I just know that we were both terribly unhappy, and we each needed things that we couldn’t grasp. I accused her many times of never telling me that she was proud, and although she denied it, it didn’t make me feel any better. There was a huge wedge driven between us.

One Sunday, my mom asked me to attend church with her because she would be presenting in Relief Society (an organization for women based around service to others). We had to get there early because she needed to set up. When Relief Society began, I remember sitting in the front row listening while she talked about family (a very popular church subject). Behind her was a chalkboard with a curtain drawn over it. It was a nice talk and just as she was wrapping it up, she took a dramatic pause. She then drew back the curtain, and posted to the chalkboard were all kinds of awards, news clippings, artwork and other achievements of mine and my siblings—things that I had completely forgotten about, and things that she’d saved and kept safe from the elements over the years. She was crying while she told the ladies in the room how proud she was of her children—how they’d accomplished tremendous things and continued to do so. I sat there stunned, and my heart felt so heavy in my chest. I don’t remember if I cried at that moment, but since then, I’ve cried upon recalling this memory. It changed my feelings about whether my mom truly saw me. This was so much more than words, and it finally sunk in.

Although some of my adult life decisions have caused my mother pain, I know she has never stopped loving and supporting me. In fact, on just about every card that I receive from her and each time we speak over the phone, she ALWAYS makes it a point to tell me that I make her proud. I no longer question it, and I’m amazed that despite all the terrible things I’ve said and done to her over the years, she has always forgiven me. I realize now that when I was feeling jaded and under-appreciated, she was dealing with things beyond my comprehension. I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like to have worked full-time cleaning other people’s homes, raising four children (practically by herself), and also trying to satisfy my incessant need for praise. (Faced with the same situation, I could not have been that strong.) My mother has taught me humility and to apologize when I’ve hurt someone I love. She has taught me to recognize when others are doing the best that they can do, and that it’s important to step outside myself and give that person credit. My mother has even taught me to recognize that my actions really do have an impact on others. And for all of these things, I am so very proud of her. Thank you, Mom; I love you and happy Mother’s Day.


Grandparents’ Phrases were a Success!

Category : For fun, Lettering

Grandparents’ Phrases were a Success!

Mission Accomplished

After a long morning of plane rides (one of them being especially terrifying and leaving me nauseated but thankful to be alive), and a fun-filled afternoon with my sisters, mother and aunt, it was time to head down to my grandparents’ to present the phrases. When we arrived, my grandparents were characteristically eager for us to begin a game of Mexican Train, but Mom, Aunt Sharon and I asked them to give us about 15 minutes beforehand. We raced downstairs, hurriedly removed the printed phrases from my suitcase, and placed each in a frame and its own gift bag. We marched up the stairs, each holding a gift bag or two, and lined them up on my grandparents’ game table. I stood across from my grandparents and asked them to take a seat. My aunt stood next to me with her cell phone ready to document the moment, and my mother stood beside my grandparents to assist as needed while they opened their gifts.

What transpired next is documented in photos below. I hope you all enjoy…


Frank and Donna anticipate the gift bags
Frank and Donna listen intently as I explain that what lies within each bag
is something I’ve created for them throughout the year.

Grandparents opening the first phrase
They open the first gift and smile
as they recognize the illustrated phrase within the frame.

Lora explaining the meaning of each phrase
After each gift that they open, I read them the story of the design behind the phrase.

Laughing at the phrases
Laughter and smiles escalate with each phrase that is revealed. At one point, my grandfather has us all in stitches as he reads the “Frank!” phrase with inflection in his voice, just as intended by its design.

My grandparents and I presenting the phrases
I will forever remember this Christmas with my grandparents. And without the help of my mom and my aunt Sharon, I know this experience would not have been nearly as memorable. Thank you, and I love you all.


Happy Holidays (2014)

Category : For fun, Lettering

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

To one and all, from Dual Rabbit Design

It's the Most Wonderful Wine

2014 has truly been one for the books! A year ago at this time, I was preparing for surgery to correct a herniated disc in my lower back. My pain was tremendous, and I was convinced that I would not be able to walk on Christmas day. Nevertheless, I held out until laminectomy day arrived on New Year’s Eve. The surgery was a complete success, and after almost an entire year of healing, I can say that my back is in better shape than it’s been in ten years (Man, I sound old)!

This past summer I graduated with my second Bachelor’s degree in graphic design. This is an accomplishment that I will never take for granted. For five years, I worked full-time while taking one course a semester. During that time, my husband saw me through numerous break-downs, and there were plenty of occasions that I considered throwing in the towel. But perseverance enabled me to find a niche in hand-lettering, confidence in illustration, and the satisfaction of knowing who I am as a designer.

The year wasn’t without its pitfalls, however–a big one being my special little Mr. Man (a Holland lop named Gus) passed away after a month of critical care. He suffered a severe infection, and in the end, his little body had grown tired of fighting. My husband and I (and our mini-lop Gracie) miss him dearly, but our memories of Gus bring us cheer every day.

In a few days, I fly out to see my family and present my grandparents their hand-lettered phrases that I worked on throughout the year. I’m excited to see the looks on their faces when they recognize words that they’ve spoken to my family members and me over the decades. I know I’ll need to explain quite a bit about my process and what was involved in the creation of the phrases, but that’s part of the fun.

I wish to thank all of you who have liked DRD’s facebook page and subscribed to my blog. I wish you a very merry Christmas and a happy new year. It’s truly a time to celebrate all that we have and those whom we love.

Best wishes,
Lora


The Big Reveal: What in the Sam Hill?

Category : For fun, Lettering

The Big Reveal: What in the Sam Hill?

And the Winner is…

Larraine Fairbanks (who also happens to be my mother and the daughter of the man who inspired this hand-lettered illustration)! And NO, the contest wasn’t rigged; she just wanted it really badly and was relentless in hounding friends to subscribe. In fact, she was neck-in-neck last night with another contestant. But amazingly, with only about an hour left in the competition, a massive group of people began signing up for her, and she was cannon-blasted well into the lead. Congrats, Mom

So What Happens Next?

As some of you know, last December my family pooled together around 30 phrases commonly uttered by my grandparents. We all voted on our top five favorites, and I have been working to hand-letter the phrases throughout the year. This particular phrase is the fourth in the series, and I will complete the fifth next month. At that time, I will reveal to all of you the entire, completed series. And at Christmas, I will present the illustrations as framed prints to my Grandparents (who are, I think, completely unaware)!

Thank you to all who participated, and WELCOME to my new blog subscribers! …and Happy Halloween!

What in the Sam Hill hand-lettered phrase


Win the Print!-What in the Sam Hill?

Category : For fun, Lettering

Win the Print!-What in the Sam Hill?

Current design phase of What in the Sam Hill?

This is the current phase of the print
(before color & texture are added)

The Story Behind the Design

Now’s the time to give you all a little background on why this hand-lettered phrase is looking the way it does. First, let me start with the history of “What in the Sam Hill?”. I researched its origin, and it dates back to the 1800’s. As the story goes, Sam Hill was a mercantile store owner in Prescott, Arizona (where the store still stands today). Sam Hill’s Warehouse carried just about everything, from hardware to ranching equipment, to household goodies and more! Hence, the saying “What in the Sam Hill?” was used to indicate something surprising, like you’d find in the store, and it quickly evolved to take on a number of different meanings. (It was even a great way for men to disguise their swearing around the womenfolk!) For these reasons, my typography references American wood type specimens of the 19th Century, and my layout is based on those of advertisements that you might have seen hanging in the store at that time.

In order to tie in my grandfather (who inspires this illustration), I incorporated sweet treats and hardware elements within the frame, as well as drafting paper for the background. Although time has slowed his ambitious endeavors, back in the day, he was a designer and carpenter, and damn, he was good at it! As a kid, I remember sitting mesmerized at the kitchen table while watching my grandfather draw out house plans on gridded paper. Typically, he’d have a soda in a see-through, barrel-like mug on one side of his drawing, and a treat on the other side. In my teen years, I had the tremendous opportunity (though I didn’t see it as such at the time) to help him build a couple houses in exchange for some summer spending money. I became handy with a tape measure, learned the purpose of a chalk line, and always helped myself to a sweet treat (oatmeal cream pies were my favorite) when break time arrived. Oh, and I almost forgot the most important part!–My grandfather uttered “What in the Sam Hill?!” frequently when something puzzled him on the job…and with apprentices like me, there were numerous reasons for puzzlement.

I’m excited for the final phase of “What in the Sam Hill?”, because it will incorporate more color and texture, which will really make it zing! By the end of this month, I will reveal the final print. My hope is that I will also announce a recipient of the print at that time as well. So, one more time, here are the instructions on how to win it:

How to Win the Finished 8 X 10 Print:

Tell folks to subscribe to my blog by emailing me at lora@dualrabbitdesign.com and mentioning YOUR NAME as the person who referred them!


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