Wholly excited about Art Doll Quarterly

Hi, My name's Tracey and you might know me from such places as:
The ice cream aisle of any and all super markets within reasonable driving distance of my house.
The parking lot with the parallel parking spots behind the grocery store.
And now, for the first time ever, from pages 46, 47 and 48 of Art Doll Quarterly, Autumn edition.

I am thinking of having shirts made.
I know I always threaten to do it but I am so precariously close to the tipping point on this one that I may actually do it. In fact typing is becoming increasingly harder as my fingers pause and twitch, as my neck spasms from resisting the urge to turn and stare at the doorway leading to the back room where my iron on tshirt transfer paper awaits. I am not sure but I think I just heard a soft, papery whisper calling out "Tracey, Tracccceeeeey, print me. Do it."

And the next sound is my resistance dissolving, and finally breaking altogether as I decide to make true the dream of a tshirt that really speaks to me AND for me.

5 actual minutes later.

Ahhhhh, that's better. Nothing like doing a bit of bragging, er I meant blogging on a warm summer's evening in the cozy comfort of a freshly ironed tshirt. (Wondering why I didn't do a tank top and wondering if I forgot I'm in Southern California and it's the end of July for goodness sake)
By the way, lets just ignore the slapdash job of tshirt logo-ing, ignore the fact I have left the kitchen in disarray, transfer paper, warm iron and ironing board all blocking access to the fridge. Lets also overlook the fact that in my excitement I forgot to trim out the transfer and now the entire front of my shirt feels like a rubberized bib, in fact lets go WITH that concept and considering I'm supposed to be bragging about my arty-ness lets say that I have in fact created a new sort of bib/tshirt combo for adults who slurp their coffees too violently. Waterproof adult bib tshirts...I am on to something...
But anyways we are forgetting ALL of that because lets for one moment pay tribute to the fact that I just asked my husband to take a photo of my chest so I could put it on the internet.......and he didn't even blink an eye, though maybe there was the slightest twitch when he saw my shirt and realized we were going a whole other direction than what he might have assumed.....

So, where was I? Ah yes, as if I could forget.
I AM IN THIS AUTUMN'S ISSUE OF ART DOLL QUARTERLY.
You saw the tshirt? That proves it!!!!!! I am not sure I have ever seen 3 more beautiful pages of a magazine. I am not sure my family has ever heard the words "Art Doll Quarterly" so much in all their lives. My brother is expecting a baby and I am wondering if I could convince him to name the child ADQ? That's sort of multi gender sounding right?

Speaking of babies this issue of ADQ, though I'm sure the creators of the actual magazine probably feel otherwise, feels like MY baby. I've been waiting for months now. It's been worse than Christmas, sleepless nights, finger drumming, constant googling to see if someone out there managed to get an early copy of the magazine and I could maybe live vicariously through their words before I got mine.
I resisted, ignoring all impulses directing me otherwise, the desire to print the preview images that the managing editor of Art Doll Quarterly emailed me and sticking them in the older issues of the magazine I already have so I could experience the glory of MY work in that magazine. But I thought about it sooooo hard that I am surprised I didn't develop telekinetic mind melding powers with our printer and awaken some morning to find them printed all by themselves.

To pile awesome on top of awesome the Stampington headquarters is only an hour away from home and I happily picked up my art dolls just the other day and when Jana Holstein, the managing editor of ADQ, handed me a copy of the magazine, MY MAGAZINE, I about burst into a shower of Tracey atoms, taking the magazine with me into a cloud of us to hover in all our sparkling, molecule split glory, above the building, finally united. ONE thing, me and my magazine.
I swear, no person has ever been as excited and thrilled to have their work in ADQ as I have. And should any one try and challenge me on this fact then I call "Duel, lets art-doll-off." and then we can have a merry crafty time figuring out the rules of an art-doll-off and maybe just skip the whole thing and make more brag tshirts as we await for the TWENTY copies of my issue to arrive. Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy. I can't wait, if one copy is as satisfying as described above then I am guessing being surrounded by 23 will be downright...illegal...yeah, illegal cause anything that good has gotta be illegal (or taxable). Oh yes, you're wondering how 1 plus 20 gets me 23, well I have a subscription so that's one more magazine, plus the one they said they mail me so TWENTY THREE ISSUES....I could paper the walls.....hmmmm....
Most likely I'll just hand them out like candy to my relatives and of course with the ones left over have a blog give away! I promise to only give out the copies I haven't drooled on.

In anticipation of the magazine I kept myself busy by updating my website. Er...well I designed some new pages like a profile and welcome page and my husband updated my website. Going a few steps even further and giving me a searchable database among other things! Woo and hoo!!! BEST web designer in the world, I figure out what I want it to look like and what I want things to do and he does his code-y magic and it works!

By the way I have figured out that this being published in the Art Doll Quarterly magazine is a 3 month cow sort of deal. I am milking it for all I can, every second word outta my mouth will be ADQ related, it being a quarterly magazine and all, that gives me 3 months until their next, non-me, issue comes out.
You know what that means don't you? I gotta figure out what part of my body could use a tattoo that says "As featured on pages 46, 47 & 48 of the Autumn 09 issue of ADQ"

In the mean time I will celebrate this magazine awesomeness the Canadian way, with little sandwiches!