I am not a graphic designer. I love photography. I judge photos at Kansas county fairs. I was my high school’s yearbook photo editor. I even got my Master’s degree in Instructional Design and Technology, which required a few college classes that dabbled in graphic design. So I guess you could say I know a few things about it. But I am by no means a professional. I’m not even sure I consider myself to be an amateur.
However, my husband thinks I am his own personal graphic designer. I guess I should be flattered. But really, who are we kidding? This just means I have more work to do. And he is the pickiest, non-paying customer a wife could have! Two nights ago (after I put all three children to bed), I was up until close to midnight designing a post card mailer for Glen. I created what I thought was a very professional design. When I showed it to him, I could tell he wasn’t pleased. He didn’t say he hated it. He didn’t really say much at all. I mean, if he had at least told me what he didn’t like, I would know what to change. So I headed back to the drawing board. As the midnight hour grew closer, I jokingly took every idea we had throughout the evening and put it on one postcard. Personally, I thought it looked like something a 5-year-old would create. My husband loved it! Now I realize, my 5-year-old is a pretty good little artist for her age, but really?
The next morning, I decided to rally some family support on the issue. I sent three design ideas to my parents and my brother-in-law. Then I headed to the girls’ swim lessons. While there, I got an email from my brother-in-law. He picked the idea vomit! Asians! Always attracted to shiny things.
When I got home, my husband had great news. He decided he wanted to scrap the entire design and start fresh! I’m not sure which emotion was stronger: relief that we weren’t using the kindergarten art or the desire to punch him in the face.