Two Free Tools for Non-Designers: Canva and Pablo

Two Free Tools for Non-Designers: Canva and Pablo

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Getting Started: To use Canva, you need to sign up for an account. Pablo, on the other hand, doesn’t require an account — just visit the Pablo page and start tinkering. Both are free to use, but note that Canva includes images you can buy for a small fee, too.

Given the popularity of our posts on designing custom image widgets and headers, photo apps, and free-to-use image resources, here’s a peek at two free tools that can help you create customized widgets, headers, and other extras for your blog: Canva, a program to make images and designs of all kinds and sizes; and Pablo, a tool to build social media posts, created by Buffer. I’ve been using both recently for design and image purposes: each have their pros and cons, but overall are great tools to try.

We’ve published tutorials using other free design and image…

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Treasured Thursday (in a pic or two)

Treasured Thursday (in a pic or two)

i spent most of the day with my feisty extrovert and this one will be in my memory bank for infinity. We didn’t do anything extraordinary (in my book) but the time spent together while grocery shopping, meeting her friends and taking a really long walk in the park as the sun closed out the day was one of our best. No fussing, lots of laughter, sharing stories made me wish that time would stand still. As I look through the pictures she sent moments ago, I smile and commit the awesome feeling to memory

   

  

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Baltimore.

Worth reading!!

yesivebeenthere2

I’m not black, and I’ve never been persecuted for my skin color. But. I know what it’s like to endure years of unrelenting abuse at the hands of power.

If you’ve never experienced it, if your mind can’t grasp the scale, then maybe this personal story will help you understand.

My mother beat the shit out of me from 3 to 13. CRUNCH! There’s no suitable onomatopoeia for the sound of an adult’s hand belting a child across the face. There’s no word that describes what it’s like to feel your cartilage ring. She’d backhand me across the face for nothing, out of nowhere. She’d beat me with whatever was handy — spoon, belt, hand — and she’d always scream at me that it was my fault. I made her do it. There was always a reason, always a transgression. “You’re only hurting yourself!” CRACK!

By the time I was…

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Careless Whispers

“Words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.” 
― Douglas AdamsThe Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

I watched her eyebrow arch, her wrinkled skin around her mouth turn upwards ever so slightly quite scarcastically.  She stared at the  woman sitting across from her, her eyes attempting to pin her young victim and silently wipe the innocence of her face.  The young woman sat in the chair with her hands neatly folded on her lap. She was terrified but kept a smile on her face. 

She had been in the older woman’s employ for quite some time now and was witnessing what she had only heard whispered about. The older woman whom we shall call Kit, had been heading that department for many years and her department was successful in spite of her. Projects were put together and came to fruition without any assistance from her but she demanded the credit. Things were changing for Kit and she could feel it. Her company was downsizing, she wasn’t connecting with her staff, she wasn’t productive unless she counted her frequent runs to the local coffee shop. The young woman was everything Kit wasn’t and was headed for a promotion – as Kit’s replacement.   

Kit had been trying to discredit the young lady with stories about her poor work habits and her lackluster job performance. All of this culminated with a meeting in Human Resources where we now sat. I had no choice, Kit had violated company code and inspite of her many years of service, she had to be terminated.  

 

It is Only Lipstick

Whatever!!  I want to share a story with you about the wonderful world of luxury retail cosmetics (of course I am being facetious)

Behind all the rows of lipsticks, the multitude of result oriented skincare, in today gone tomorrow designer fragrances are GOALS. Yes, every little cubby, every little counter, every brand has a daily, monthly and ultimately seasonal goal to achieve. Every brand wants to be number one, numero uno and will offer gifts to the consumer, spiffs to the sales person and bragging rights along with a significant bonus to department heads.

“It is not brain surgery”

“Don’t treat clients like a dollar sign”

To be fair. There are quite a few honorable, knowledgeable and well meaning sales personnel but it does appear that the current business climate is encouraging duplicitous selling practices. I have come across sales persons who recognize you only by how much you have spent, if you appear to be very willing to part with your cash, and sadly though I lay some of the blame at their feet I do place the larger blame on their companies who encourage the behavior.

In a lagging economy it is much cheaper to boost your morale with retail therapy in any cosmetics department. The more upscale the environment, the wider the variety of new and exciting products to tantalize the senses. But remember, you came in to buy a lipstick (pink tones are trendy this season) maybe the liner, a lip gloss for after work events, the lash building mascara, while you’re here some line reducing eye cream, maybe that moisturizer that gives a youthful glow (winter was treacherous on the skin), oh don’t forget a rejuvenating night cream for the face, that fragrance you read about in Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Essence with great reviews. It’s not brain surgery it’s only lipstick and it needs to be sold. You don’t buy, she doesn’t make her goal, she gets fired! Oh by the way did I tell you it’s a four week month with a $20,000 goal. I shudder to think how many lipsticks it will take.