Hello! I am Lana.

I am a graphic designer during office hours and a unicorn whisperer the rest of the time. I am the mother of one tiny human, the wife of a reasonably normal husband and a passionate lover of colour. I keep myself busy with design work mostly and often have to asdkj hj (sic) share my keyboard with my child. I am the creator of the artwork, Chaos. I strive for inner peace and hope to be remembered as a tornado; mayhem with a harmonious heart.

My primary goal in life is to keep my ducks on the same farm (if they are even ducks?!) If there is a quicker way to do it, I will know about it. If not, I will find one. No matter the question, my answer is always family. And friends. And coffee. And gin.

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I finally smudged something other than paint!

For some time there has been an overflow of smudging and "not enough sage in the world" and why you need to smudge posts in my Pinterest feed. Of course, repetition makes things stick (no pun intended) with you for longer. So, I read up on this whole smudging thing,...

The joys of being a freelance graphic designer

One thing better than my job itself is doing my job from home. I have mentioned numerous times that I am one of the select few who can say that my worst day at the office is probably better than many other people's best days. I really love what...

21 Things you probably did not know about me

There is always the element of surprise in a conversation with random strangers or even people you know really well: “I did not know that!” So I thought to share a little about myself with you 😊

I am just here for the sprinkles

Since I started MMA classes a month and a half ago, I have been thinking that I should design my own exercise shirt range. I saw this really cute shirt in Kelly Mindell's Instagram feed that said: "Here for the sprinkles." Yeah, I know sprinkles and boxing don't...

I’m not frustrated. I’m annoyed.

It's Friday afternoon, 15:46. I am about to cry for the fourth time this week. Why? Because I am annoyed. I cry for six reasons: When I am sad - duh. When I am over-tired. When I miss my mom. And when I am angry, annoyed or frustrated. Of course, most of these have to...

How to fix puffy, tired eyes

I have been on a mission finding a solution to make the circles under my eyes less, well, black. And the puffiness less puffy. I am all for experiments and am quite daring when it comes to fix-it-out-of-the-kitchen-cupboard remedies. I saw a pin that said something in...

Don’t worry about the future

Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindsides you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

What is this MMA-thing you are talking about?

Let me just explain to you how I feel about sport: Nothing. I don’t like it. I don’t play nicely with teammates. I don’t like being sweaty. I don’t like running. And I don’t like going to the gym because the spinning class’ people are far too noisy, the boot camp’s guy gives me a pain just hearing him yell orders at people who pay him to do that?!

Chocolate cake recipe

I've had this urge to bake a cake for quite some time now. A chocolate one. With chocolate ganache and not icing. I don't dislike icing at all, it's just way too much work to make. Ganache, on the other hand, is quick and easy and takes no special skills when applying...

The difference between “inspired by” and “stolen from”

For some bizarre reason, people seem to struggle with what the actual difference is between inspired by and stolen from. Especially when it comes to design. I sometimes receive emails from clients requesting - usually a logo - that must look like the sample (only one...

Young, free and careless

  Back in the nineties, we were (un)fortunate enough to not be able to record and have photo evidence of all the slightly stupider things we did. Those moments captured on film camera were never developed. Well, mainly because I never had enough money to have it...

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth

oh nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked…
You are not as fat as you imagine.

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