Tomorrow I turn twenty-eight. Whoa.

My life at 27 has been different than I imagined it would be. Not just a little different. Different as in, Can you believe you’re holding a microphone and talking to yourself in front of strangers on a stage right now?, or Holy shit, you just met Rhea Butcher!, or People are giving you money for you art and you can’t handle it!. Awesome different.

I never in my life thought I would pursue creative arts as more than just a hobby. Never in my wildest dreams or even speculation did I consider that I would pursue stand-up comedy. I think when I was younger, I envisioned myself being an English teacher or maybe even furthering my education at this age. Now, I cannot accurately express the relief I feel that I did not pursue that path.

Some defining moments of being 27 have been:
Beginning my career as a stand-up comic. I’m less than a year in, but already peers in my community have taken a chance on booking me for their shows. It is blowing my mind that this is happening. This has been a huge turn in my life that I never saw coming; It’s also been one of the more challenging things I’ve ever pursued. I’m excited to see where it goes.
Got a killer job. Seriously, I somehow managed to land an amazing job at a relaxed tech company that encourages employee satisfaction, wellness, and flexibility. It’s so close to my house, central to my needs and places I frequent, and the compensation is insane. One day when I can get over my fear of bikes + cars on roads together, I will begin my adventure as a cyclist and bike to work.
Re-started my print shop. After a hiatus due to moving, fatigue, general life-business and juggling too many plates, I’ve restarted my Marvelous Prints shop on Etsy! Business is slowly picking up, and I’m stoked to see where it goes now that I can devote more time to helping my brand flourish.


Some goals while I’m 28 are:

Travel to a new country. Truthfully, this does overlap with a comedy goal because the thrill of performing in another country is motivating me to make this trip happen.
Run a marathon! I’ve been putting this off for years and I need to do it. I hate running and I hate exercise, but there are some fun, nerdy events that I think will motivate me to get through doing this thing that I can’t stand doing.
Start a Twitch account. I’ve wanted to do this for a while, and as soon as I can prioritize getting a capture card, I’ll be broadcasting my squealing, jumping, shrieking gameplay for all to see.


Master Photoshop and Illustrator. Despite knowing my way around them, I still don’t feel wholly comfortable in either of these programs. Locking myself in for some good old boring, dedicated tutorials or classes will probably help me and save me a lot of time in the future.
Work on my illustration. It has been so long since I’ve drawn anything.
Develop my photography skills.
Develop my illustration skills.


Start my own comedy show. I am stupidly excited about this idea. I’ve been dreaming about this pretty much since I stepped foot on stage for the first time, and with the support of some key local members, I’ve decided to just pull the trigger on it.
-Get booked on a festival. Since I’m still super new to the craft, this isn’t terribly important for me to accomplish since it’s such a far-fetched goal. But I have hopes that I can land a booking for even one small-ish comedy festival sometime during my 28th year.

Turn my shop into a fully-formed design business. I want to begin a legitimate self-made business before I am thirty.
Add card design to Marvelous Prints. I have so many ridiculous social card ideas that I’m excited to impliment.
Start a clothing shop. Like my ideas for cards, I have been adding clothing ideas to a master list for a long time. I hope to put this idea into production into the next year.

What I’ve learned at 27 is finally how to adult. I’ve learned how to do things I don’t want to do, but I still chip away at procrastination as perhaps my most centric flaw and it can still be a bummer sometimes. Contrastly, I’ve also learned that creativity is the key to my happiness. I can pinpoint the decline of my depression coinciding almost exactly with brandishing my skills as a new designer, artist, and performer, and it’s contributed to a monumental shift in myself as a person and how I function.

My aesthetics have changed over the course of the last year or so, but not to a degree I find myself being happy with. I find my wardrobe feeling plain and not very “me,” and I don’t find my style representing who I am. Basically, I have become lazy as hell when it comes to style. Part of this is my feminist obstinance in resistance to the beauty industry, but being honest with myself, I really just love the feeling of empowerment with a fab look. One of my goals for being freshly 28 is to re-acquaint myself with my style and figure out what my aesthetic is, and then to make it killer.

What are your plans for your next year?

October Instafavorites

I’ve been trying to be more active with Instagram lately in order to spread the social love and in doing so, I’ve discovered so many lovely accounts! I’ve decided to post a collective of the ones who have stood out the most to me in terms of style and aesthetic inspiration.



I have fallen in love with Rachel’s urban witch aesthetic that she has going on. Her Instagram is like scrolling through a perpetual Halloween.



Niky’s artwork is just stupendous. I love seeing what she does with animals resting on petals and flowerbeds, and the bright colors she uses brings a particularly cheerful feel to her macabre-twinged pieces. Plus, her decor speaks to me on so many levels.



I came across Courtney’s account by complete accident, but her feed seems to promote an overall feeling of a simple yet comfort-driven lifestyle. I love seeing her varying outfits and snapshots from around the city.



Saved my favorite for last! I loved stumbling across E.M.’s feed anything promoting body positivity I am 100% on board with. E.M. takes stunning photos with beautifully coordinated outfits showing off the more captivating parts of Philadelphia.

Do you have any favorite Insta accounts to follow? Follow me at @sarahmarvelous and comment with your username so I can check out your account!

Design Diary: Back From Hiatus

It’s been some time since I’ve been in the designing mentality. In the last four months, I’ve designed exactly three things, all of them commissions: business cards and a logo for my dear friend Pree who is currently blogging about her experience hiking the Appalachian trail from head to foot, a poster for a friend, and an event flyer for an upcoming golf tournament for an acquaintance. It’s nice to be back in the creative kick for it, and I’m really excited to execute ideas from my bucket list.

Thanks to setting up my new desk, I finally have a workspace to thrive in! Today I created a few moodboards to help with some inspiration for upcoming projects.

1 // May Pastels

2 // Curiosities

3 //  Teal

4 // Rustic

I do not own any of the images assembled in these boards. These are for inspirational purposes only.


The design process is a difficult one for me; I struggle with creating. It’s a constant aspiration in trying to achieve the utmost perfection, the absolute masterpiece. I am an over-editor, both in writing, and with design. It is too much sometimes. These qualities come along with being a serial over-thinker and over-analyzer. Nothing is ever complete. Nothing is ever perfect. I submerge myself into my ever-lengthening list of ideas that I want to use and tweaks that I can make to keep perfecting my work.

But sometimes it just has to be. Sometimes you just have to let go, close the book to say, “No, this project is finished. I can use my time more wisely in creating other projects rather than wasting energy making small tweaks that are no longer necessary to the finished project.” Which brings me to my next point.

Inspiration. I am a serious offender in spending much too long searching for inspiration and creative possibilities. I lose so much time searching for inspiration instead of just taking the time to trust my own thought process and create my own work without relying on influence from others. In doing this, I often become so overwhelmed with a thought process and creative goose chase that I lose sight of what I originally intended to create in the first place. This is a problem for me, and it seriously impacts my productivity in a negative way.  I’ve realized that I need to institute limits and restrictions when browsing for inspiration and creative tweaks. A good starting point is to stick to five things, five images or colors. Just today, I found an old emailed note to myself on, which I have now installed and intend to put to full use. Does anyone else else struggle with these things? I can’t be the only one.

So happy with my new workspace, and even happier to be working again.

Three Months in Portland

Today marks my third month living in Portland. This city with all of its weirdos and crazy liberalism has been calling my name for years. It’s been an unprecedented journey of madness.

In February, I quit my job. I’ve quit many jobs before, but none in a circumstance like this. Many a time I’ve fantasized about pulling a much more gracefully-executed exit à la Jerry McGuire, proudly walking out the door after collecting my things and giving management a piece of my mind. Instead, I quietly slipped away on my lunchbreak after what I decided was to be the last mistreatment from management. I left the building, got in my car, and didn’t look back.

It was both liberating and anxiety-inducing. Never before had I quit a job without another job lined up. Who does that? People who don’t have bills and responsibilities do things like that, I would assume. People who don’t have rent and a car payment and insurance and a phone bill. People who aren’t supporting pets. People who are not me. Yet there I was, doing that very thing. For a single moment, I thought about turning back around from my lunch and pretending the whole thing never happened; I would never tell anyone. That thought quickly faded as I kept driving. I was committed.

I went straight to the store to buy champagne (for celebrating), cupcake wine (it was terrible), sugar cookies (for diabetes) and ice cream (more diabetes). Over the next couple of days, I allowed my unemployed self to vegetate slowly on the couch into accepting the reality of what I had done. After that, I went into overdrive mode in applying for jobs, and decided that I needed to get out of there.

So Portland it was. I reached out to my longtime and very dear friend Pree, who warmly responded that I could come to Portland and stay with her. This is, of course,  all paraphrasing for the sake of a summary. The anxiety, stress, and sleeplessness I experienced over not having an income or an immediate plan for the future was overwhelming on an inhuman level. As someone who is overburdened with anxiety sometimes simply for the sake of anxiety (over-analyzing is a real gem quality to have!), this stage of the unemployment and major life changes was at its peak. What was the plan now? “Get to Portland and figure your shit out later.”

Pree was gracious enough to welcome me, my hound and my feline into their home. As it happened, her home was in the basement of an active and in-use Episcopalian church on the edges of a rougher neighborhood in mid-Portland in which rooms were made from previously occupied classrooms. There was a giddy, adventurous feeling to staying at the church. There I was, fresh into Portland, crammed into a tiny room with a dog, a cat, and as much of my things as I could possibly fit in there with me. Clothes lived in a basket. I had a makeshift pantry made out of a bookshelf. Thank god we had a restroom in the basement. The kitchen upstairs was wonderfully stocked with brand new-like stainless steel appliances. The shower was creatively fashioned out of a tub bucket, an old church pew, and a hose. There was no washer or dryer. It was an interesting and humbling experience staying there with them. We had busy schedules, but tried to meet for dinner, outings, and tv sessions (Sabrina the Teenage Witch and The Peaky Blinders) when we could.

A small piece of trivia relating to churches: This was not even the first church I had lived in. Catholic church in 2000. Six people (mom, dad, sisters), and two cats crammed into one room. That was an experience I hope to never relive.

Adventures came and went. I explored my new home as often as I could, venturing out around the neighborhood of the church and downtown when I could. Powell’s became a second home for me on the weekends. Salt and Straw was visited for ice cream, The Bipartisan was visited for coffee. Fuel Cafe was visited for brunch, Random Pie Bar was for pie, obviously, and also for cocktails. It did not take long for me to fall in love with the city.

In the midst of exploring my new home, I was looking for jobs like crazy and stressing about money and income sources. Interview after interview after interview. Scouring craigslist. Submitting resumes over and over. Painting on a plastic smile and reciting my scripted interview interactions over and over, sometimes five times a day. By the time I finally found a job (which happened to my audible relief and celebrating), only two weeks had passed since I quit my job in Spokane, packed my things and my pets up in my car, and moved across the state. I was so incredibly lucky to have found something so soon after arriving, and I’m happy to say I very much enjoy my place of employment this time. It was hard to believe such little time had passed while I was unemployed; with all of the mental anguish I thrust upon myself in that time, it had felt much longer.

Since moving to this wonderful city, I’ve been through so many adventures that I wish I could list them all. Terrifying interactions with homeless people, camping and trips to the beach, discovering wonderful little nooks here and there in the city. My instagram can probably tell a decent enough story. I love my new city.