“You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.” 
― C.S. Lewis

No pictures again this time. I’m going to post pictures the next time it snows, promise. It’s melty and yucky right now…

I have been loving it here in Rexburg. The environment on campus is so peaceful. It’s been snowing here (finally!) and even walking across campus amid the giant, falling flakes… I am happy. For the first time in my life, I feel like I am in the exact right place, doing the exact right thing, surrounded by the exact right people.

Today, I want to tell you about some things I am thankful for. I feel like I have been neglecting my SELF lately. My self, my spirit, my soul. I’ve been eating yucky foods, and staying up too late, and worrying too much about things I can’t control, and procrastinating, and not exercising… most of these things are also related to physical unhealthiness, but they are manifestations of what happens when I forget to nourish my soul with the things it needs.

In recognition of that, this week I’ve been trying my hardest to eat right (including abstaining from soda for a whole month to detox my addiction to Diet Dr. Pepper), to get enough rest, to drink peppermint tea every night to help me sleep, and to let my SOUL and the body that houses it know that I care about them. That I love them and I want to take care of them.

AND that I am listening to my soul. And let me tell you, my soul is bursting with gratitude today.

Once I start (or re-start) habits of eating right, and exercising, and doing my homework ahead of time, and catching up with phone calls and emails and texts that I’ve missed… I start to relax and realize how great life is.

In the spirit of gratitude and happiness and healthy habits of any kind:

I am thankful for friends who share scriptures with me!

I am thankful Christian introduced me to the most wonderful cure-all that is peppermint herbal tea!

I am thankful for P90X helping my body feel healthy and get back in the shape I like to be!

I am thankful for Jonathan… for always playing “Risk” with me, for always listening to me when I’m sad, and for being my favorite 18 year-old punk!

I am thankful that Kirsten also likes to watch hopeless romantic movies (someone in this apartment has to besides me)!

I am thankful for my tribe… the Johnson descendants who are so incredibly true and genuine and amazing I don’t know what I’d do without them!

I am thankful for the Brave Girls Club and their Daily Truths. (You really should check them out… the Daily Truths really will speak to your soul.)

I am thankful to be a hopeless romantic — I feel like it’s a form of optimism that too many people discard!

I am thankful for asparagus and apples and tuna and carrots and cucumbers for replacing my steady diet of pudding, popsicles, popcorn and OCPs!

I am thankful for water to drink instead of Diet Dr. Pepper!

On that note, I’m thankful to live in a country with clean drinking water readily available!

I am thankful that my grandma taught me everything she did (more to come on that in another post… soon)!

I am thankful for $0.80 44 oz. drinks (lemonade) at Horkley’s!

I am thankful Roosevelt has snow tires!

I am thankful for Scott and Ida Butigan, for everything they’ve done to help me since I moved to Rexburg!

I am thankful for you. :)

Something else I have been thinking a lot about is that being alone is… well… lonely. Being single, being alone in your room, walking to class alone, doing whatever it is that you do and doing it alone… it can get pretty lonesome sometimes. But I’ve learned that being alone allows for nourishment of the soul, for reflection,

I’ve also learned that I love Tanya Davis’ poetry. I definitely recommend this video called, “How to Be Alone.” It really is beautiful and if you’re feeling down about the singularity of yourself, maybe it will help you find the beauty in spending time alone. :)


Thanks for reading today.

Love,
Jeri Lynn

It has been one week since my landing in Rexburg, and I am quite happy to report it snowed today!

I know. Who am I, and what have they done with the real Jeri Lynn?

I’ll be the first to admit that the sight of those pristine little flakes falling from the grey sky brought back all the fears and insecurities I felt in my last post before Rexburg…. and I complained a lot…. and after complaining some more and almost having a breakdown walking home from Devotional with Nena and Lizzie…. I ate some delicious granola + yogurt + raisins…. I saw a perfect little snowflake resting on my sleeve. Seriously, it was the most perfect snowflake I have EVER seen. It had all the little arms it’s supposed to have and it was just so so so so beautiful… which made me realize that we can find beauty everywhere, even in the freezing cold snow…. and THEN I fully embraced the snow. I’m choosing to make snow an exciting, slippery, beautiful part of my adventures in Rexburg.

Especially the slippery part. No worries, though…. Roosevelt (my darling Saturn Vue) is handling it quite well so far.

I’ve been learning a lot in the week since I’ve been in Rexburg.

1. Bright orange-and-turquoise coats do two things: protect you from getting hit by cars at night (seriously), and provide an excellent way to meet people.

2. Having a bottle of hand lotion on your desk, a giant box of OCPs handy, and excellent music on your computer really, really helps with the frigid tundra that is Eastern Idaho.

3. Printing is not free. (College of Idaho… I miss your big, free, malfunctioning printer.)

4. No one understands the name “Jeri Lynn” the first time. I noticed this a little at College of Idaho… but here, where almost everyone shakes your hand and looks you in the eye to ask your name…. Jeri Lynn is a hard one.Example:in my social dance class the man asks you to dance and tells you his name, then you respond with yours… my response is “Hi _____, my name is Jeerrriiii Lyyynnnn.” (a little slow so maybe they’ll catch it)…. and their response is a slightly confused look followed by “Hi… what was that again? Jerry… Juh…. Jeralyn?” When the TA pulled me out to use me as an example, he said, “What’s your name again?” And I said, “I’m the girl with the weird name.” What was his response? “Oh, Jeri Lynn! The girl with the ‘creative’ parents.” [Insert my laughter here.]

5. Hilarious roommates = awesome fun happy time. I wish all of you could read our quote wall, and hear Lizzie’s robot voice, and hear Nena talk about psychology…. because it is seriously hilarious.

6. Prayer can help any fear or insecurity we have. I have already gained so much faith since I’ve been here; faith in the power of prayer to help us through anything we are going through. Anything. All my fears are just melting away with each second I keep a prayer in my heart and hope in my mind. I hope I’m not getting too religious up in here, I just want to encourage you to pray if you haven’t in a while…. it really brings peace to the soul and comfort to a troubled heart.

7. Not everyone is as marriage-crazed as I thought, or as was rumored… it’s definitely a different atmosphere here with regard to relationships and marriage… but I pictured some sort of starved, zombie-eyed group of people just wandering around campus latching themselves on to anyone with a bare left hand. Not true…. mostly.

8. Cooking isn’t so bad. I’m still no chef… but I’m still alive, which is much further (farther?) than I thought I would get!!!

9. My grandma Madge is the coolest lady ever. I really, really miss seeing her every day!!!

I feel like those sounded pretty negative…. but I’m really, really, really  ridiculously happy about all of them! I’m realizing a ton of new things about myself and my family and Rexburg that I never even knew… and it’s only been one week! It’s all part of a really different experience that I’m having in my life right now… one that I’m fully intending on enjoying to the very last second.

Rexburg has been so beneficial to me already. I feel like my whole spirit is being uplifted and strengthened and stretched and expanded. The crisp winter air and the long walks up the hill are allowing me plenty of time to meditate on how great this place really is. I’ve spent this whole week just laughing and learning and loving my life and laughing even more.

THE POINT:

I have no idea what will happen to me tomorrow, or in a week, or in a month, or in a year, or two years or ten years… but I know that right now I’m reflecting on how happy we can choose to be. We can choose every single day to just enjoy the adventure we’re in! And that’s what I’m trying my best to do…. and guess what?!

IT ROCKS.

Yours Truly,
Jerry… Juh… Jeralyn? (JERI LYNN)

Almost every day, I want to write a new blog post. I get up the courage (as in, I tell myself you actually want to read what I’m saying). I come up with an idea…. but by the time I’ve organized my thoughts I’m tired of that idea and abandon it and the whole “blogging” idea all together. It’s quite frustrating, because I really do love it! So you get one about every six months. Haha!

But I’ve been needing to write all this out for a long, long time.

Today, I will not give up.

I have been accepted to Brigham Young University-Idaho for the Winter/Spring track. What does this mean? Let me tell you:

This means I will be going to school for three semesters in a row (Sept-Dec at College of Idaho, Jan-July at BYU-I).

It means I am moving away from my family, friends, and any idea of a comfort zone or a sense of security.

It means I am moving to eastern Idaho (something I swore I would never do) in the dead of winter, when my whole heart and soul screams for hot weather 99% of the time. Except when I sleep… but I digress.

What else does my Winter/Spring track assignment mean? It means that in ten days, I will be on the road to the unknown, to snow, and to sorting out my transferring credits (or lack thereof) for the second time in as many years.

I have a lot to say on this subject, but I am probably going to break it up into separate posts. Today, I have some random thoughts about how I’ve acted about moving to Rexburg (AKA the Iceburg). That sentence was pretty convoluted. I’ve got some thoughts floating around in my noggin. Those thoughts concern my recent attitude towards my choice to move to Rexburg.

Here is a really great picture of how I’ve been acting lately:

If you know anything about me, you know I quite detest chickens. They’re ugly, and they make those freaky squaaaaaaaaacking noises, and they run around and sorta half-fly just to eye level, and they peck your feet and they chase you around like THEY want to eat YOU. But, as we know, being called a “chicken” is a great way to tell someone they’re a coward.

And I’m being a chicken. A big, fat, chicken-y chicken!

All day long, every day, I have a million thoughts running races around my brain seeing how fast they can freak me out. Most of them are completely absurd – funny even – but freaky nonetheless:

What if I don’t make any friends in Rexburg? What if I slip and break my face on the ice and something weird happens where they have to cut my face off and then I have a John Travolta/Nicolas Cage situation where someone goes around being crazy with my face on their body and no one believes that it’s really not me? What if I get attacked by a gang of miscreants? What if no one ever, never, ever wants to marry me and I’ll be destined to just die a fat old lady all alone, or what if I’m not alone but it’s because I have a bunch of cats everywhere? What if my friends forget all about me and even when I come back home they don’t care to see me? What if my favorite little gang of Johnson grandkids forgets who I am (and that wild little girl who will FINALLY give me hugs and be my friend doesn’t even want to talk to me anymore? What if I lose my creative soul that makes me want do all the weird stuff that makes me, ME? What if I wake up and I’ve turned in to a Molly You-Know-What?

I could keep going, they just get more and more ridiculous and funny… but they also get freakier and freakier.

So what is the point of all this? The point is that I’m going anyway.

I AM GOING ANYWAY. I AM MOVING TO REXBURG ANYWAY.

I can feel with all of my soul that this is the right choice for me right now, even if it is one of the scariest things I’ve ever done. I know, a lot of people tell me it isn’t scary. But to me, it really is. I know that I’m starting a new chapter of my life by making the choice to head off to the Iceburg. That also means I’m closing an old chapter. I worry that I’m leaving behind my only chance(s) for happiness. That my current friends will move on and I’ll fade into memory, and that I’ll never find any friends as true as them again. I worry I’ll never meet anyone who understands me and truly adores me and really loves me for who I truly am. I’m worried that I will not be able to get through the graphic design program… that I will fail… But guess what….

I AM GOING ANYWAY. I AM MOVING TO REXBURG ANYWAY.

My best friend in the whole world, Kayla, is one reason I’m especially sad to be moving away. It’s hard to picture being without her; we lived together at C of I last year and saw each other almost every day this year. Not only that, though. She is the truest friend I have ever had.

And let me tell you, I am kindof a hard friend to have sometimes… that’s not mean to be self-deprecating, it’s just true a lot of the time. I lose my possessions almost every day (for example, I currently have no idea where my car keys are). I’m scatterbrained and SO forgetful, even though I try really really REALLY hard to remember the things I’m supposed to be doing or bringing with me or whatever. I’m pretty emotional too, and I get really discouraged sometimes or freaked out or sad. Time doesn’t really mean anything to me even though I desperately want it to… I always overestimate the amount of time I have to do something… so I’m late to a lot of things.

But she is always there for me. Even when I lose my keys so we can’t leave; or I can’t find my phone and we have to wait; or I need to go back to my room to turn my straightener off; or I can’t remember what I’m doing at all… Even though I’m sure it frustrates her sometimes to always be waiting on me to do that one last thing I forgot to do, or to assemble my backpack at the very last minute possible, or to lose track of time and make us late, or that she has to say “Phone? (yes) Keys? (yes) Book? (Ah, I KNEW I forgot something!)” before we leave my room… She is always there, always supportive, always true and kind and helpful to me.

She also knows me. She knows that I will need something of a survival kit… which is exactly what she gave me for Christmas this year:

How to Survive Rexburg Without Your Best Friend:

OCP’s, Extra Butter popcorn, and Grape Drank (Fierce Grape Gatorade). These are our treats of choice, our go-to artery cloggers. Necessary for survival, and for not forgetting how awesome it is to eat unhealthy treats in the middle of the night.

Good-smelly-lotion, in case my new roommates don’t have lotion on their desks like she always did (that I always used).

“Valentine’s Day” for the time we were on a double date and saw the most intense (and only) girl fight we’ve ever seen. “Fired Up”…. because it’s “Fired Up,” and it’s hilarious!

The Glee Volume 7 CD because we can’t watch Glee together anymore… which was one of our FAVORITE pastimes.

Not only am I just straight up pumped that I have all this stuff, but it really will help me survive the change. Survive my fears. I am so thankful for Kayla, and that she has always been SO supportive and kind to me. I just love that girl…. and I will miss her. Thank goodness for Skype!

SO THE MORAL OF THIS STORY….. we make choices every day. I made the choice to go to Rexburg several months ago, but lately I have been whining and complaining and almost wishing I could just stay home…. and I could stay home…. but I know that is not what I’m supposed to be doing. I am CHOOSING to go to Rexburg, because I know it is the right choice for me. I can CHOOSE to feel bad about it, and be afraid, and freak out, and complain about the weather…. but the truth is, I know it is going to be a blast.

I CHOOSE TO FEEL GOOD ABOUT REXBURG.

That’s me. And my CHOOSE bracelet I made at the last Brave Girl Camp. And I wear that every day to remind myself that I make choices every single day, and it is my choice to be happy.

Merry Christmas my friends, and I hope you can choose happiness like I am.

xoxoxoxoxo

It’s been over a year since I posted here. Yikes. I hope none of you were holding your breath for me to put something up…… if so, PLEASE take a breath! And don’t hold it again, I’m making no guarantees about when my next post will be. I’m hoping it will be soon.

Tomorrow is the Fourth of July, and I am thankful. Family is in town, friends are home from college (some with new husbands in tow), the weather is hot and the fireworks are cool. I will get my first good sunburn of the year, I will eat my aunt’s delicious orange salad, I will see some of my most favorite people in the whole world all in one day, and I will get to see the amazing Melba Fourth of July fireworks that I know are the most incredible in the valley. In honor of how thankful I am, here are a few things I am thankful for that sortof relate to the Fourth….. and some that sortof really don’t.

Fake Tan That Doesn’t Turn You Orange

Yes, that’s right. Some of us aren’t blessed with skin that tans very well. In fact, some people have to get a wicked sunburn before we can tan. Being one of those people and also being someone who doesn’t want skin cancer, I am in love with this spray-on tan. I’m just being real, people: I’m white.

Bubble Baths

If you haven’t taken a bubble bath recently, I recommend doing so immediately. Go, right now. Get a fancy glass and pour in some Dr. Pepper. Turn Eva Cassidy Radio on Pandora on your phone. Grab an uplifting book. Fill up the tub with hot water and a million bubbles. Relax. Read. Drink Dr. Pepper. Enjoy.

AMC’s “Titanic” Marathon of Sorts

First of all, this is one of my all-time favorite movies. A young Leo, tragic & true love that never dies, the Unsinkable Molly Brown, elegant dresses and hats and jewelry and dinners…. it doesn’t get much better than that. Second, it has played for TWO nights in a row on AMC for a sweet little “Can’t Get Enough Titanic” marathon…. and I agree. I can’t get enough Titanic. I could watch this movie over and over again. I love it every time Jack tells Rose he’s going to jump into the ocean after her. The OCEAN. The FREEZING ocean. The freezing ocean IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. It’s like reading Romeo & Juliet: it just gets better every time. I mean, come on! Try not to love this:

Third, Rose is a brave girl. She says goodbye to her mother & her fiance, faces what seems like certain death to avoid parting ways with Jack, and at 101 years old is still kickin’. She rocks. Something else awesome about this movie: the abusive, womanizing, rude, icky jerk of an antagonist LOSES.

Or is the iceberg the antagonist? I always hope a little bit that the ship will miss the iceberg so Rose and Jack can live happily ever after…

Freedom of Religion

I’m just saying, America is awesome. Sure, I am not really a fan of people who wear American flag t-shirts and talk about America as if we’re the only country on Earth and who act like they’d like to punch anyone who isn’t American. But what I DO love about America is that we get to pretty much worship whomever and whatever we want. I feel so lucky that we live in a country where we can choose our religion freely. Missionaries from any denomination can spread their message however they want, from LDS guys knocking on doors to those dudes in the Warped Tour parking lot who give you books and ask you to donate money. I heart missionaries.

I hope you all have a wonderful Fourth… I’m planning on doing so! See you all in the traffic jam heading out of Melba.

love, JL

I am going to tell a little tale about plagiarism, one that has already been mostlly told by Allie Brosh. I am going to use her images to tell my tale because they present a dramatized version of how I’m feeling at present so perfectly.

[See kids? That is a little something I shall henceforth call not taking credit for another's work.]

On Thursday (May 22) I decided to head over to my good friend Kayla’s house. She’s cool. I decided to flip through the stack of graduation announcements they had received from various people, just for fun. Imagine my surprise when I saw MY design on one of them…. but I didn’t actually make the announcement.

The gears in my brain started jamming up. I didn’t quite understand how that could have happened; did I forget that I designed this person’s announcement? No, of course not. So that means….

*Cue dramatic music* SOMEONE STOLE MY DESIGN. This was my first reaction:

After lots of screaming and saying “WHAT IS HAPPENING?!??!?” repeatedly something else started happening. Adrenaline started coursing through my veins; my lungs started running on overdrive; my heartbeat was approximately 1 billion beats/minute… you get the idea. I was pumped but NOT in a good way. Not like a football player ready for a big game; that suggests I would be excited for what was happening. No, I was more like on that one episode of Sparticus where they kill everyone in sight because they’re so royally enraged. Here’s what the little girl in my soul turned into:

I need to tell a little side story to explain how the people got my design in the first place. I was doing contract work for Darlene’s Printing and Promotions and the owner saw MY announcement design; she asked if she could use a few samples. I agreed and gave her a copy of the announcement shown below. After I thought about it, however, I didn’t feel comfortable with Darlene’s using my designs in case someone ordered my exact design. The owner agreed and also agreed to take care of it. I did not assume that meant I had to go up and physically take my announcements away from them because she said she’d make sure no one would order my design. Okay, back to the story.

So there I was, pacing around Kayla’s living room like a crazy person! I was screaming and jumping up and down and looking incredulously from Kayla to the ripped-off design in my hand. I wanted to speed in to Darlene’s Printing and Promotions and tell them they better pay me for my design. Just then I heard Kayla’s mom and brother, Julie and Justin, walking in through the garage… I was still screaming at this point. After explaining to Julie what happened, she explained to me that if I went in there in my blind rage I would look as unprofessional as they are. I knew she was right, but that little girl inside me thought:

I wanted to throw down! I wanted to tell them exactly what I thought of their business practices and obvious lack of work ethic! But I knew she was right so I spent the next several hours calming myself down… and restraining myself from driving into Darlene’s. After leaving Kayla’s house I went to Kathy’s house; she always knows what to do and keeps a level head about everything. She gave me fabulous advice and I spent the rest of the evening preparing for yesterday, the day I would confront the owner about what I hoped was a simple misunderstanding.

Let me tell you what I thought would happen. I thought they would say something to the effect of “Oh golly! We didn’t know that was someone else’s design! We thought our typesetter created it! Oh jeez we’ll never do that again, we’re so sorry! Blah blah blah please don’t tell everyone that we suck!” That would have made me happy and I probably would have continued to do business there.

This story was full of surprises for me: the owner told me that they wouldn’t be able to stay in business if they didn’t do that. If someone brings in a graduation announcement that doesn’t have a watermark on it, OF COURSE they’ll copy it as close as they can! You have to “make a sale!” Yes, they said that to me. Not only did they not pay me for my design, they told me they do that all the time. The owner proceeded to guarantee me that I would not stay in business as long as I refused to adopt such a business principle [i.e., being willing to copy others' designs to make money]. Please let me clarify. There is a difference between inspiration and using someone else’s design entirely.

I’m sure you can guess what I think this is:

[The faces & last names are blurred out because I want to make sure the people in these designs knew that I have nothing against them AT ALL, IN ANY CAPACITY. I understand readers may and/or probably know who they are, but their identity is not the point. It is not their fault this happened and I want to make that clear. The point is that the designs are so strikingly similar. Okay, just so we're clear on that. Do you like how I even cited Darlene's for making the announcement on the right even though I believe it's my design?]

I asked the owner about copyright issues. She proceeded to explain that only people who register their designs have copyright protection. I thought I was defeated but I tried not to let her know that. I took my copy of Logan’s announcement from them and left the place. This morning, not convinced that I didn’t have the copyright on my own designs, I checked out a bit of trivia Kayla’s brother Justin had given me: since I published them on my website, I owned the copyright.

The United States Copyright Office’s website proves that to be correct HERE. YAAAAY FOR JUSTIN!!! I highlighted my favorite point from that link in this screen shot from the United States Copyright Office’s website:

I feel like some justice should be served; this is metaphorically how the little girl in my heart feels now:

And here is what I actually think of plagiarism in general:

Anyway, that is my story of how plagiarism blackened my soul for a spell. I am still quite disgusted about all this but I don’t think I’m going to do anything about it.

As far as Darlene’s is concerned, I cannot do business or work in an environment where this is considered to be normal business practice. I would not and do not like to have my designs stolen, so I don’t ever want to steal anyone else’s. Ever. If you think this is okay, by all means go there to do your business. I’m not saying, “Don’t go to Darlene’s! They suck! They might steal your designs!” Those are the things I am NOT saying. If you read this and are still okay with what happened then by all means, go to Darlene’s! Of course, they did not do this specifically to me to hurt me, and they say they did not know it was my design. What I AM saying, however, is that I believe they used my designs without my permission, refuse to pay me or give me any sort of credit or a LEGITIMATE apology, and I am not happy about it…. at all.

Here is what is most important out of all this and why I posted this in the first place:

What I have learned from this experience:

  • Citing sources is very, very important. People care about their work.
  • “If you want to be treated like a professional you have to act like one.”
  • Publishing my work online gives me the copyright to them whether others believe that or not. I have proof.
  • Sticking to your principles feels better than caving to shady business practices.
  • There is a difference between a “typesetter” and a “designer & artist.” I consider myself the latter.
  • Kathy Wilkins and Julie Allison probably saved me from feeling and looking like a big dumb idiot.
  • I will never compromise my integrity or the integrity of my business in order to “make a sale.” If you come to me and want me to copy someone else’s work exactly or even mostly, I will have to decline. HOWEVER, I pride myself on being creative enough that I won’t ever have to do that and you will love my other designs!

The point of this is not to bash Darlene’s. I just wanted to tell my story to explain that I take unauthorized use of my designs VERY seriously. Thank you and I hope you check out Hyperbole and a Half, too, because she’s hilarious.

xoxoxoxo

Jurra

P.S. – You see that there are a few subtle changes? Allow me to direct you to another screen shot that says it is still my design. For the actual link, click here.

No, Darlene’s is not claiming copyright on my design. But they are claiming the design they created is theirs because they changed it from mine. According to this, however. . . . .

[Updated: When I came in to confront the owner of Darlene's, she told me that they paid me to do the exact same thing that they did to me. This, in a sense, is true. They handed me images of a design and asked me to duplicate it. When I agreed, however, I asked a fellow employee if we were allowed to do this. When she replied that she believed we could, I thought nothing more of it; why shouldn't I believe her? I actually believe she did not know we were NOT allowed to do that. A second reason I believed her: I thought it was another form of stock art that companies were allowed to use. You see, some companies make their money by creating art that is specifically FOR others' use; quite often they are vector images that come in a book or on a CD and are for anyone's use. I thought these designs I was recreating were like those. Just so we're clear on that part of the story, too.]

Just a little preface… for my English 102 class at Boise State University, we had to pick a theme upon which our papers would be based. At the last minute I chose art therapy, thinking I would at least get to read about art and might be somewhat interested. Suffice it to say this was a perfect topic for me to pick, and my other two papers (including the OTHER paper I was writing while at February Brave Girls Camp!!) have included bits about BGC. This, however, is an ethnography–I had to observe a community. What better art therapy-type community to observe than Brave Girls!! I hope you like it… xoxoxo

 

Brave Girls Club: an Ethnographic Adventure 

To call the following experience a mere ethnographic observance would both be a massive understatement and would do no justice to it. I experienced something while observing, attending, and working as staff at the February 2010 Brave Girls Camp (BGC). As I sit here to attempt inscribing the remarkable experience that is BGC, I am trying to feel a small piece of the atmosphere created there. I am browsing the Facebook pages of my fellow staff members and of the guests, telling them how much I’m thinking about them. My “Brave Girl” playlist is singing to me from my trusty computer, Eleanor. Several artifacts from my BGC experience are scattered about my bedroom: a wooden figurine from the first BGC is wearing the charms that graced our goblets around her neck; my apron, designed by me and sewed by my dear friend Camille, hangs outside my closet on a thumbtack; and a 16 oz. bottle of glossy Mod Podge is sitting next to Eleanor on my desk. Alas, I cannot recreate the feeling one has while attending Brave Girls Camp. What I shall do here, however, is attempt to portray and explain that environment to you. 

Brave Girls Club is an artsy women’s organization created by artist Melody Ross and her sister and business partner, Kathy Wilkins, to enrich women’s lives in a heartfelt, long-lasting, and meaningful way. Being “brave,” as the group’s name suggests, is a major theme of the Brave Girls Club and their quarterly art & life retreats. However, defining Brave Girls Club or even coming up with a sufficient description of what it is can be tricky. The Random House online dictionary defines brave as “possessing or displaying courage; able to face and deal with danger or fear without flinching,” (“brave”). To Kathy, being brave means: “doing HARD things with grace and dignity and growth and joy and yes, even with humor. [It] is having the courage to be your 100% authentic self.” Melody’s definition of “being brave has meant getting up every day, whether I want to or not, and making at least one thing in my life better than it was yesterday,” (“Brave Girls Club”). While each Brave Girl’s definition of what it takes to be brave is different and unique to them, we can surmise that the following quote by Georgia O’Keefe encompasses the feelings of each woman: “I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life – and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.” If that is what being brave means, how does that apply to Brave Girls Club? First, let’s take a look at what actually happens during each Brave Girl Camp. 

According to their advertising, BGC is a “four-day, all-inclusive retreat […] offering both beautiful cabin accommodations and meaningful art projects and instruction,” (Wylie). In an attempt to shed light on what makes the Brave Girls Camp experience so unique and special, let’s break down the preparations the staff attends to in order for the guests to have a truly life-changing experience. The term “staff” is used here loosely, as all involved in preparing for and running the camps are the founders’ family and extremely close friends. 

In the weeks before BGC arrives, Kathy, Melody and their staff hold “Brave Girl Work Days” to make sure things are in order for the upcoming retreat. Gifts for the guests are made. Journals, complete with little Brave Girls Club labels on the inside cover, are covered in Melody’s designer paper. Paper gift boxes are made by hand. For this camp, Kathy’s daughter, Chelsea, lays out the new schedule she designed to help ease the standing-time of staff members working in the kitchen. Recipes for the hand-prepared meals are discussed and staff members’ mouths water at the thought of a week of such delicious food coming up soon. 

“The set-up,” as in the day before guests arrive, is quite an experience for a staff member of BGC. It begins with a caravan of stuffed-to-the-rooftop vehicles heading up to wherever the cabin is for that particular camp; this time, the caravan heads up to a tiny town in the Idaho mountains—Crouch, Idaho. A couple minivans, Melody’s husband Marq’s pickup, a few miscellaneous vehicles and a designated BGC trailer full of supplies needed for the upcoming retreat are stuffed: multiple shopping carts worth of soon-to-be gourmet, hand-prepared food; tons of collected, bought-in-bulk, and donated art supplies from various sources for the guests and staffers; and boxes upon boxes of vintage, funky decorations are just some of the things driven up the windy road to BGC.  

Once the destination—the enormous cabin—is finally reached, the staff members of the retreat never seem to stop moving; little does that cabin know, it is about to be transformed from an admittedly beautiful facility to a funky, artsy, fabulously healing safe haven for women. 

The staff members separate into teams: the Kathy team, to help with the setup, organization, and cleaning of the kitchen; the Melody team, sent to the giant art room to set up the supplies and etc. for project time; and the décor team, to be dispatched throughout the house to do decoration and bedroom setup. Melody’s Bose stereo is plugged in upstairs and happy, catchy music blares throughout the house; everyone sings along with Frank Sinatra, Eva Cassidy and Ingrid Michaelson, creating a constant yet pleasant stream of noise no matter where you go. 

The kitchen team, Kathy’s team, gets busy unpacking the kitchenware: a medley of new kitchen appliances, like a Bosch bread maker and a Kitchenaid mixer, and vintage dishes and goblets collected in the months previous to camp are set up in their new cupboard homes.  Silverware both new and vintage is piled into one giant silverware drawer much to the delight of those scheduled to do the dishes later throughout the week. The hook on the back of one of the staff bedrooms serves as an apron hook; when the staffers finally resign to bed much, much later, their personalized aprons hang there waiting to be snatched up again only a few hours later when morning arrives. 

Melody’s team, meanwhile, is busy in the basement-turned-art room. Several pieces of visqueen have been laid down as a base for the art area, taped together into one enormous sheet, and wedged between the carpet and the baseboards to protect the rented cabin’s carpet. A paint-splattered painter’s canvas is laid down on top of the visqueen to prevent the plastic from ripping and for further carpet protection. In one section of the developing art room, art tables and chairs are set up and covered with white paper, upon which guests will work on their projects. A sewing machine is set up against the wall, complete with scraps of vintage fabric for the guests to use. Staffers hang up their artwork from the first camp, so the guests can get ideas for their own projects and see how individual each project really is. The area of the basement opposite the guest tables is used to set up more tables, this time for the art supplies. More than a dozen plastic boxes of designer paper and ribbon are arranged by color—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet—for easy access by guests. Squeeze bottles of paint, tiny plastic Martha Stewart glitter shakers, and baskets full of vintage-style stickers and brads and pieces of chipboard are set up on the other tables. 

While the kitchen and art teams are hard at work, the décor team swoops about the house to deck the cabin out in true Brave Girl style. Vibrant, joyful colors of green, red, blue and yellow are central to the design theme both on the website and in the décor. In the living room, bright green tule is strung around the window frames, and then surrounded with faux foliage complete with tiny white flower buds. White Christmas lights are hanged around the tuling to give night time in the cabin a warm, cozy ambiance.  A dozen or so pictures deemed significant by each guest and sent in before camp are finally clipped to the lights, making the guests feel at home in their new surroundings. During an email interview about her experience, Cheryl Waters said this about the pictures hanged on the glittering lights: “I could feel the love.  When we walked into the cabin . . . there were photos of our family and friends we had sent.  We were still connected to our family back home but we also had a new family,” (Waters). To complete the living room a giant red shag rug is rolled out in the middle of the carpet. 

More lights and tule are hanged throughout the house, including in the art area and around the doors to the bedrooms. Original, mixed-media paintings by Melody are hanged throughout the house; many of them are inspirations for the art projects the guests will be doing in the following days. Amid the set up of the cabin, Melody is found painting messages like this on the tops of mirrors: “Hello, brave girl. You are a beautiful, cherished work of art.” 

Throughout the week, all staff members become part of the décor team, changing the arrangement of the various bird sculptures, flower arrangements, and pictures placed throughout the house in further efforts to show the guests each day is a new, fabulous, loved beginning for them. 

Not to be forgotten, Marq and some of the other husbands are out in the garage organizing the boxes from the BGC trailer. Box after box after box is unloaded, tables are carried out two-at-a-time, and more artwork is carefully set aside. While the sight of only one refrigerator in the cabin was at first a worry, the February weather in Crouch allows for the garage to be turned into one giant refrigerator and pantry; the snow-covered back porch a freezer. Marq, the master of organization and a relentlessly hard worker, is busy arranging the boxes according to exactly when and how they will be needed: canvas books go here, extra supplies go there; fruits and veggies on this table, drinks underneath that table. Though the other men helping with setup had to leave to attend to business at home, Marq was able to stay through the week to help around camp and give the women a safe feeling that, if something were to happen, at least one man is around for protection. 

Setup continues into Tuesday, even minutes before the guests arrive. Marq heads down the mountain to meet the guests in Eagle, Idaho. Guests follow Marq back up to Crouch in a chartered minibus, where they have time to get to know one another and experience the dazzling Idaho Mountains. About the ride up to BGC, Lisa Stanton said she felt “the sense of being with women in for a very special experience,” (Stanton). When Marq calls to alert the staffers that the bus is within minutes of arriving, what seems like a million things happen at once. Everyone cheers, squeals, and dances in excitement that the week they’ve all been preparing for is finally here. Décor team members quickly finish hanging their pieces of decoration; those working in the kitchen do a quick check to make sure dinner is on schedule and no dishes are left out; several art team members rush downstairs to make sure everything is in its place and set up properly for the guests. Those who happen to be empty-handed at the time Marq calls rush to help those who need it. Melody walks out to the end of the road to meet the guests and give them a short welcoming speech: Worries Are for the Birds. Each guest receives a bag of birdseed to represent their worries about what is back at home, and all at once their worries are scattered to the wind. Simultaneously, staff members wait on the porch to greet each guest individually as they walk up the stairs to BGC. 

Through the breakdown of just the setup of Brave Girls Camp, we can see several themes present in the attitudes and actions the staff members emphasize and display. Firstly, unconditional love: if the Brave Girls Club staff members did not love each and every one of the guests coming to the retreat, it would be extremely difficult to spend hours and hours making sure every single detail was attended to; it would be almost impossible to spend that time making sure each guest felt safe and at peace while at camp; and surely the staff members would succumb to thoughts like, “Is all this work worth what’s going to happen this week?” 

Secondly, hard work is a major mind-set of a Brave Girl staff member. Setting up Brave Girls Camp is a flurry of nonstop movement, of detail-oriented, sometimes tedious work to make sure each guest knows exactly how much they are loved. Despite the fast-paced and physical work that is setting up BGC, each staff member’s face shows the same level of excitement and love of serving the guests throughout setup. 

When outsiders ask what Brave Girls Club is about, or what Brave Girls Camp is, those who have experienced it firsthand often come up with a variety of answers. Artist, mother, and Brave Girl staff member Camille McClelland describes BGC as “life-healing retreats for women.” When asked to further explain her definition of Brave Girls Camp, Camille went on: “[While at Brave Girls Camp,] we learn how to self-examine and see who we are and what we are worth. Once we know [how to do] that it is easier to put whatever personal trials and struggles we might be experiencing into perspective and have a better understanding of how to get through them in one piece,” (McClelland). 

Learning to self-examine and especially seeing one’s self worth are further major themes of the Brave Girls Club camps. Melody Ross, the artsy side of the BGC founder duo, helps guests to do this by giving meaningful, useful art classes once daily. And yet, while Brave Girls Camp is described as an art retreat, it was not actually created for the purpose of creating art. The purpose of the art projects taught at BGC is to help women find the tools to succeed in doing “hard things,” making difficult and often life-changing decisions, or in coping with situations in life they would otherwise be unable to. As Camille said in her e-mail interview about her experience, “Brave Girls Camp does not solve all life’s problems, it just gives a woman the insight to be able to live through them,” (McClelland). 

Each day just after sunrise, Melody and Kathy led those who chose to go on a nature walk in the area surrounding Crouch. The crisp, early morning allowed women time to talk, time to reflect on what they felt their purpose was both at Brave Girls Camp and elsewhere, and time to get to know one another further. Dawn Blackstead called the morning walks “A time away to relax and get fresh air and get ready to begin our day with a clear mind,” (Blackstead). 

Another major part of the Brave Girls Camp experience was the meals. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and snacks are all hand-cooked and specially selected by those working on the kitchen shifts. Guest favorites included Chelsea’s husband Luke’s Tri-Tip Steak, caprese salad, and crème brule. In the preparation, service, and quality of the meals, we can again see the hard work and love put into the retreats. Staff members on kitchen shift spent a majority of their time chopping, browning, baking and otherwise preparing the meals for the camp. The vintage dishes used were in a different arrangement every night, again suggesting to the guests that with a lot of hard work and even more love, even the smallest details can make a difference in their lives. 

The tear-down of BGC is much like the set-up, only staffers have gone on about half the sleep they normally would and have to do it all over again. The work is hard: tables need to be carried back up the stairs, couches need to be moved by exhausted staffers; an immaculate cleaning of the cabin needs to be done; decorations need to be carefully taken down and (somehow) fit back in to the box it came in; Marq immediately gets to work planning the packing of the trailer that the staff will be doing in the coming hours. The staff members are exhausted from the few hours of sleep they got each night during the retreat; their cheeks are still wet with tears from seeing their new, Brave sisters drive away on the bus; carrying the tables and moving the couches makes their brows sweat and their muscles ache. Yet no one complains, no one leaves slack for others to pick up, no one sits and watches while others work. In fact, there is still the cheery aura about the house full of music and laughter (even if it is sometimes laughter from how silly it seems that you’re able to carry a table when you’re that exhausted). Why? A worn out Brave Girl staff member needs only think of the change they saw in the women waving goodbye in the windows of the bus, many of whom came to camp heartbroken and left full of joy; she needs only think of a breakthrough a guest shared while working on her projects; she needs only remember the love she feels for her Brave Girl sisters to make it all worth it. 

Such an experience is difficult to put to writing; this observation and staffing of Brave Girls Camp changed my life forever. Seeing the hard work, love, and dedication put into such an organization simply because of the love the founders feel for others is awe-inspiring enough, let alone when combined with meaningful art projects and newly formed lifelong friendships. While not everyone will have the opportunity to experience such an event, I believe everyone should have a chance to feel what the women felt there—unconditionally loved.

I am sooooo excited about this! Ericka asked me to make some save the dates and invitations for her big party this summer… and here they are! A sort of modern take on an Irish theme…. a Celtic font with some green splashed in there… I love it! What do YOU think?

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Thanks for checkin’ these out!

xoxoxo

Jurra

I have had the most marvelous opportunity to be a staff member at both of the Brave Girls Club retreats, and I’ll be posting a little something about the second one here in a bit… if you haven’t read my first post on Brave Girls Club, you can find it here.

But what is almost as exciting is BRAVE GIRLS CLUB GEAR!!!!! And I have designed some myself!

Most of my designs are to be used for multiple things (shirts, sweatshirts, tote bags, etc.) but this is one I made specifically to be a mousepad. I’m sure my fellow Brave Girls will love this…. it means a lot to me!

Below is one like I talked about before, to be used for a variety of things…

I have several more that I’ll be putting up here shortly… just wanted to share these two with you! More will be posted soon…

xoxoxo

Jurra

Brave Girl Camp is coming up again!! If you haven’t heard about this, YOU ARE MISSING OUT!!! You can read my experience of Brave Girl CAMP, an extension of Brave Girls Club, on my post called I AM BRAVE. Anyway, I am so excited and proud and happy to show you this latest thing I designed/put together! Melody is going to the CHA convention in about a week, and she asked me to make a postcard advertising Brave Girls since she is so swamped! I’m pretty proud she and Kathy asked me to do this… makes me feel all giddy inside. What do you think???

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I’m also doing some duper top secret stuff for Brave Girls that I cannot WAIT to put up here!!!…. I just sounded like Melody haha! Anyway, it’s the truth, I really AM excited…. but that’s for later.

Hope you enjoy my little postcard!

love always,

Jeri Lynn

So, I’m not having a baby. Don’t worry. BUT my friend Emily is, and she asked me to make up some samples of new arrival announcements! Isn’t that great? I’ve been wanting to make some baby announcements since I’ve done graduation and Christmas, but I didn’t actually do it until now. And by the way, Chelsea seems to be my library of pictures….. thanks Chelsers!

Also, these are all just names that I love… they aren’t real people that I know of!

I hope someone has twins, because I love this one!

Aren’t those some beautiful babies? Jackson and Bentlee…. those are some precious gems!! That’s all I’ve got for now… more up soon!!

l-o-v-e,

Jeri Lynn

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