he had officially won that contest for the month and $100,000. For several weeks there, Shane's windfall was a hot topic around here, and it found its way into subsequent nametags for a couple of weeks. Some tags just celebrated the money aspect of the victory.
But I also had fun playing off the name of the contest:
Fans of Ray Stevens will understand what this tag is referencing (I hope). My favorite part is the censor bar. I have no idea how to draw stick figure privates. Plus I was in church.
Jess's nametags even got in on the action for one week:
Gladiator. No, not that one.
The week I did some of the movie ones, I was about to leave on my DC vacation, and Jess was whining about being on her own for the week, so she got this movie nod.
More painful than discovering that I couldn't draw Scrooge, I found out that I could no longer easily draw Mickey Mouse, and I used to draw him all the time. Here's the blurry attempt anyway:
One night as I was searching for inspiration, it occurred to me that everyone sitting on our row was from a different state (except for Shane and me, of course), so I decided that poorly drawn personalized license plates were called for.
As usual Shane got my best effort.
One night I asked for theme ideas before church started, and Josh wanted me to do the Old West. When I didn't cartwheel over that idea, his next suggestion was the War of 1812, and comparatively the Old West started looking better. Victoria wanted bling though, so she got this one.
Tumbleweeds and desert for Josh.
A Sheriff's badge for Shane (I used $ for his S for a few months).
And I got the easy one and definitely the best offering from this theme.
One evening I did a few animals for folks, including my favorite nametag of all time:
But I didn't. The same night as the best. frog. ever. I also drew some fishies which turned out just all right.
Butterfly wings were the only thing I could think of that were big enough for all those letters in Victoria's name. Her long name can be quite challenging.
I don't know why this pig is so angry. Maybe it knows $hane wants to eat him.
I was running out of animals I could actually sort of draw when I decided I could attempt one last one for Jess:
And because I loved Shane's frog so much, I wanted to recreate it for me this time, but I drew the frog's head even more exaggeratedly large than the last time, so I had to adjust.
There might have been one more from the Sunday morning set, but I can't find any evidence of it photographically, but that night, I continued the animal theme.
But then I was struck with the best concept in nametag design ever. Remember this guy who sorta started it all?
I was working from memory, so I actually got some of the hats and accessories out of order, but it still ranks as the best idea I've ever had. Now the two live together in Shane's Bible forever.
The week of Amanda's birthday, she got a special birthday tag:
And because Shane's birthday was on a Saturday, Sunday was Rob's actual birthday (and because we had celebrated Rob's on Shane's birthday the day before), I had to poke a little fun with his birthday nametag. Pardon the blur.
Here's the best nametag I've ever made for Josh (who has a serious aversion to going to restaurants that aren't in west Little Rock, as he deems them too far away).
It makes up with cleverness what it lacks in artistic merit or cartographical accuracy. For those that don't know, this is a very sketchy map of Little Rock that places Josh safely in west Little Rock protected by I430 from anything that might be too far away.
And here's a hodgepodge of non-themed tags that I've collected from my biggest fans:
Sometime early in our life with the Daily Bible, Lacey asked me to do a nametag for her that she could put on her Bible for easy identification. I couldn't settle on one style, so I gave her options. She used them all, I think.
Shane is mildly obsessed with Words with Friends right now, so I attempted to honor that, but I think I got some of the point values wrong. And I definitely had a harder time than I should have making the tiles uniform in size.
I mentioned last time that I occasionally run out of time before I get a chance to make a tag for myself. One week when everyone else had gotten some pretty elaborate and time-consuming ones, I made this one for myself. It reminded me of an ever-so-lame nod to M.C. Escher.
During Beckypalooza, I did this nametag for myself and a visitor nametag for Beck.
And one day when I was short on time but long on conceit, I did this one. (I think it was the day I made the streak tag for Shane and the gold digger tag for Jess, and I was quite impressed with my wit.)
I know there have been a few other worthy offerings that disappeared without being recorded, but last Sunday night (the only grown-up church service I sat through the entire month thanks to nursery and family in town and backpain), I made sort of matching tags for Shane and me, but I only have a picture of mine.
I have retired from the nametag business. I'm officially out of ideas, and the pressure to go bigger and better every week has exhausted me. It's not fun anymore.
But it has certainly been pleasant to stroll down memory lane with you, imaginary readers, and relive some of my finest moments in nametag drawing. Thanks for playing along.