Diary? Nothing that I wouldn't tell a client. Not everything that is written pertains to me or my life.
The things I see, hear...the people I talk to, all influence or impact my thoughts. Just saying!

Thursday, April 19, 2012

This Week

I think that to assist means to make the person on stage, the person you're assisting, look good. Look better. That would be the whole point.
 When I was told I'd be assisting for Mark Clayton for a Label.m class, I figured I'd shampoo his girls for his haircutting class and no big deal. Nothing to be nervous about. Who'd know the difference if it was me or a student from the school we were at?

Sunday night before the event, I had a stress dream. (Somebody called dreams like that a 'stress dream' and I thought it was a perfect explanation!) Anyway, it kind of made me nervous because I felt like I'd humiliate myself in some way because of what was in the dream...Silly dreams...What is it with them anyway! They're just dreams!
But, I guess afterwards, for me, it was a bit more than shampooing the 'models'. First of all, it was nice to go 'through the motions' even if on such a small scale. At least  I now know how it kind of works. What to expect. What to look for...
 My boss asked me what I learned. What I'd do different...
If I were telling hairdressers, they'd understand, maybe it'd be interesting, but I'm not going to go into it...
With Mark Clayton at a Label.m class.
I came home and had the worst headache. To the point of tears. So sometimes you have to resort to drugs. Don't worry, not drugs drugs. Just a painkiller. But whoah! What in the world was in it?! I literally felt like I was on drugs...must have been the combination of something...And discussion later that day was one distraction after another, but we got through...
I was totally giddy (don't ya love that word?) about biking on Tuesday! We went on the Fish Trail. 
You can tell how excited I was...

Wednesday at work, I looked like a scarecrow, but nobody said a thing, so...and for my second job later that night, I was told, "you look sick." But no worries, it was about my physical state of being, because by then, I already 'sounded' it with my sneezing, watery eyes, and voice...
And today, I got to play stylist, photographer, and later, even a personal shopper/assistant shopper. How fun!


I'm not a professional photographer! And I love it because I can get away with blurry photos, overexposed images, faulty images in general. Who's gonna blame me?!
For a requirement at work I am to create my own design. When I saw that it was one of the requirements, I totally got excited because at this point, it's not 'over my head'. My inspiration was from over five years ago when I saw a Vivian Mackinder image while in beauty school. Who knew I'd use it now?  It's been in my mind ever since. Don't know where the picture is, but I remember the look! 
Cool thing is I cut it from one take. Diagrammed after. I thought it would have been the other way but interestingly, did the cut first.  All razored below the low horseshoe parting, scissors above. And with her hair, and the cut itself, I didn't do a single cut after drying it! 
One of my absolute favorites is versatility! And with this, it can be worn so many ways. Disconnection. Short and Long. Texture. Movement. Tendrils. Baby fringe under longer fringe. (One of my favorites.) etc...I could make a list.
Our joke of a photoshoot. lol
This is not a 'professional photo shoot'!   I wish I were a pro, 'cause I know what I want, and how I want it...but anyway...these are just basic shots...

She's so beautiful! Best model ever!


I'll post some later...

Thursday, April 12, 2012

When Adults Play Games

Why do people still try to fool each other? Why do they think they can?
There is nothing new under the sun. 

What's old, is new again.

Just because you don't let on, doesn't mean you don't know.

I'm absolutely loving our sunshine! 
Lawn chair. Sunbathing.
 Bike riding. 
Love it!

~Next post? On Association~

Friday, April 6, 2012

A Look Into Your Eyes

Today's song was called, At The Table Of The Lord.

Back in the day of kings and queens, if you were just a mere peasant, you'd probably never see the royalty. Never be among them. Never meet them at all. And certainly never eat at their fine royal table.

In this present time, I will most likely never meet our country's current president or any other future president of any given time. Not in this country nor any other country. I certainly will never have a meal with the presidential family. And to tell you the truth, I never thought about it nor ever wanted to. Not something I'm ambitious about...

Jesus, who is King and Lord of all, was here on Earth. And I've been thinking how amazing and wonderful it must have been for those people that had him near. They could physically touch him. They could look into his face and have a conversation with him. They were taught by him. And when I think of The Lord's Supper, I can't imagine how wonderful it must have been to be sitting at the table of the Lord himself. A simple, regular place, eating, talking...I wonder how that would be like? Just the fact of knowing who he was and to be right there next to him...


And then I think of Luke 22:61, after Peter denies knowing Jesus.
       The Lord turned and looked straight at Peter.

How would it feel to look into Jesus' eyes? To have Jesus look into your eyes. His gaze, his all seeing eyes!  What would he see?
Peter? He wept after...

Our eyes, the windows to our souls...
I don't think I could keep his gaze...He sees straight through the heart. What is it that he sees there?..it's sobering to even think.