Chai Tea, Tai Chi

Trekked out to West End for some 3 Monkeys' chai last night... THIS was staring at us the whole night. Classy!

Hardcopies, Bipolar bears

Hey Blogspot, get a peek of this:



My hardcopy portfolio! I won't comment on the printing process - let's just say Big W was not the best place to get prints - except to say that other than that valuable two inches of photo missing from each subject's upper half, my folio doesn't look all that bad.

My expectations for today's interview are shifting like a bipolar bear, but here's what I'm hoping their reaction will be:

"Oh (wonderful) Laura, your original and creative mindset is so mind-blowing that it completely outweighs your lack of years of existence and studio experience that many other candidates possess. When you can you start?"

Of course, reality will probably occur something like this...

"Thanks for applying, however we are looking for a candidate who possesses extensive studio experience, has a higher level of maturity and the wisdom of a Buddha. We'll keep your application in mind for positions in the future."

Yeah, I'm a bit of a downer this week.

Lovecats

Hello bloggers and nu-rave gypsies,

I had a sentimental, light-hearted post about my mother and sewing to post, but then our cat, skye, was put to sleep and I couldn't bear to do anything but listen to "lovecats" by the cure on repeat in her honour. I won't wax rhapsodic on my period of grief or the vet visit for all you animal lovers (it was all quite a blur to be honest), however I have to admit I'm having a really hard time shedding the memory of her confused face as we had to leave her.

Anyway, other than that, this week has been quite good. I got an interview to that studio I was sure I wouldn't hear from. I'm updating and organizing my folio and I'm feeling pretty confident, although - not to be pessimistic or anything - I'm pretty sure I won't get it. There are bound to be tons more qualified candidates than me. (I know, I know, glass half full right....but secretly, I know that the glass is really half-empty.)

Peace, love, cadillac kisses.

Contents of my handbag

My constants.



L to R: sweet asian boutique clutch, organ donor card, ID, kooky asian necklace, shittop phone, debit card, whatever book im currently reading, red ray bans (present from hanzo), my seeing glasses (yknow, the ones i never wear and then complain about not seeing, ha) ipod, house keys, lip gloss, lip balm, Thailand purse (from ash).

they don't love you like i love you.