Monday, January 25, 2010

My Studio Mocks

I've been planning my studio for a very long time. I mentioned it way back when and plotted out the details here... finally got around to actually furnishing the room last August. And then life got busy. So busy that I logged only 50 posts on my blog for 2009 which is less than half over the previous years!

Here's the room last August...

And my studio today. I haven't even come close to organizing the shelves or filling the white boxes or putting in the window seat...oh well. Yes, that's a Zac Efron photo in the bottom right hand corner of my cork board. It's an inspiration board!

The view from my desk. I chose happy, colorful artwork and eventually plan on covering most of the wall. And no, my desk is rarely this clean.

So, there is it. My studio. Now that it's finished and ready, I never have time to spend in it. Naturally.

Thursday, January 07, 2010

Things That Make Me Go "Ugh"

2010! I like the even quality of this new year. It sits well with me.

Right now, I'm knee deep in some serious cleaning and organizing. Just following my conditioning/programming. Among a lot of useless items, I found a box of photos, documents and letters. Jackpot!

Kindergarten circa 1976. I'm pretty certain you can figure out which one I am. My mother did my hair. And let me just state that for a great many years, she was responsible for my hair styles. Not me. I repeat - not me.

A report card from Grade 2. Ji-Yon was my Korean name (I changed it to Cindy the following year so I would appear less ethnic - it didn't work). Mrs. Goetken was surprisingly detailed and earnest in her written comments...

To think, I have report cards spanning from Grade 1 to my MBA. Amazing.

And of course, all the school photos; it was horrifying just looking at them. However, the boy is usually a good barometer for what's funny and he barked out loud at a few of them... so here they are.

From left to right:

1. I can't remember what grade that was, but I'm pretty sure I was a boy at the time. Geez.

2. Which might explain why I went for the ultra feminine pink/lace blouse. You can also see the beginnings of my "smirk-smile". And this was the last time my mom was in charge of my hair.

3. However, as you can clearly see, I didn't fare much better. This was during my final year of Jr. High School at Killarney. Let the home perm jobs begin! Oh, I also hand-picked the tinted, over-sized glasses. This photo ranks very high on my "NOooo WTF!!" scale - you have no idea.

My high school years from left to right:

1. Bad perm + boredom equals a short pixie cut. I think shortly after this photo, I realized I had two giant mustaches for eyebrows and finally started plucking. Disastrous results ensued that took my mother a good 3 months to repair.

2. Big hair, dark tan and frosted pink lipstick.

3. The graduation photo. James took one look at that tightly permed hair and mumbled "poodle".

Oh the humanity.