IDS West

Last night was the opening of the Interior Design Show West down at the Vancouver Convention Center. There were so many great things to look at. Three and a half hour flew by and I had managed to collect more than 20 lbs of catalogues, business cards and brochures. I took a lot of pictures, and I fawned over a lot of things. Looking at just one piece would blossom into the mental building up of a space around it. So much fun.20120928-100022.jpg


If you get a chance to head down there this weekend, I suggest you do (if you’re interested in that kind of thing). The dominant theme was wood. Lots and lots of wood. What I find incredible about it (other than the amazing natural patterns in it) is that one cannot help but touch it when they see it. It’s like a magnet… you just have to run your hand over it. There’s a connection to it.

Then there was the dress at the Norburn Lighting and Bath which was dripping in Swarovski crystals (and worth $20,000). I went a little cuckoo over the little Swarovski pendant lights hanging around it.



There were lots of great products, ideas and emerging designers/stores/companies that deserve a closer look, but that’s for another day. I gotta go downtown and collect some fabric samples for my presentation on Alpaca fibre due Monday.






I Shot A Pregnant Lady

I am by no means a photographer. I don’t know what I am doing behind the lens, and I am a total amature at photoshop, but not everyone can afford to get professional pictures done and there are milestones just that need to be captured on film.

One of my darling friends is expecting her first baby in November. She’s absolutely glowing and completely over the moon about this little bundle but she hasn’t got a money tree in her back yard either (where do people get those?), so I offered to do a little shoot before I went to school on Tuesday… maybe I can use it in my portfolio (win-win). I had one idea that did not work at all- we both ended up in tears. Hysterical tears. The photos were that bad. But, man, I would pay good money for a laugh like that. All the pressure of work and school and money worries just floated away. There’s something to be said for laugh therapy- probably the most releasing thing ever.

ps- if you’re needing some window/wall art that’s insanely cheap, head to your local thrift shop and get a couple doilies and assorted sized embroidery hoops, pull a doily tight over the hoop, tighten the hoop real good and then trim the excess off- you could also use images from old t-shirts (think rolling stones etc). Thrift shops are full of doilies and hoops because grandmas are down-sizing- super cheap and very easy to diy.

Pencil to Paper


Spent 3 hours in drafting class learning how to do the alphabet according to architectural standards. Still had a headache this morning from hunching over the drafting table meticulously writing “aaaabbbbbcccccdddd” and still forgetting to scrub my ends, touch the guides and cross my verticals and horizontals ever so slightly. It was nice to wake up this morning to a little freehand and realize that I’ve got some strange wizard abilities. My drawing experience is limited. I am crafty, but was never a drawer. I have been finding that I am pleasantly surprised when I start putting that pencil to paper. Something deep inside me just knows what looks right and wrong… it’s nice when you can tap into instinct and not rely entirely on the mind. At the risk of sounding like a complete cheese ball, there’s something spiritual about it, and I’m talking about any/all art, music, dance, and probably even sport (I wouldn’t know, I have zero instinct other than to close my eyes and scrunch my face when anything is tossed at me).

I’m Sorry, I Just Don’t Feel the Same

I may not have been able to get away this summer, but I did manage to get a lot of projects done during my few weeks between semesters.

One project was covering up that picture from Ikea that everyone owns because it was dirt cheap. Walking past the ground floor of our apartment only made me more bummed out about it. I swear that just about every room has it hanging on the wall. I bought it a few years back and am not attached to it at all, so I decided I wanted to cover it up.

I tried to do a surrealism overlay with acrylics, but it just looked cheap (so I peeled it off). I tried a couple more times with acrylics, but I just couldn’t make it look right.


Attempt four was permanent- chalk board paint. I didn’t realize how toxic the stuff is and made our apartment smell like one giant jiffy marker.


It’s kinda perfect for my ever-changing mind. I can keep erasing and re-doing it according to whatever my inspiration/obsession flavour of the month is (right now it’s the moon- love the moon… and space).

Let’s Drink to the Salt of the Earth

Fell asleep reading my architectural drawing textbook last night and have enjoyed my morning coffee while compiling a binder of fabric swatches.

Back to the books… or in my case, the drafting table. All my classes are in the drafting labs, so each student sits at a giant drafting table. We were told to be careful of the bar at the bottom (if you bump it from the underside the table top will shoot up) because an instructor was hit with one and gave themselves a concussion.

So I spent my 6 hours in class continually reminding myself to stay the hell away from the bar.

This weekend I begin training for a second job at a coffee shop even closer to my apartment than the restaurant (about 40 steps). While I am excited to learn how to make coffee, I am not excited to wear the apron and hat; however, starving students can’t afford pride, plus I will be doing opening shifts so I’ll probably end up being thrilled to not have to do my hair.

In last night’s class, we did small introductions, and one of the things we had to do was to tell the class about the highlight of our summer. Scotty and I mainly worked and did summer school, so I had to think about it. The first girl went, “I ate a really nice fish.” The next guy went, “I worked, but on a side note, if anyone lives by Metrotown, I’d be happy to give them a lift” followed by, “I’m from China and I took the Business Communications class and had lot’s of trouble in it, so I spent the summer learning better English”, “I went to Tofino for the first time”, “I went to summer school”, “I worked” , “I coordinated my dad’s wedding at a really cool greenhouse in the Valley”.  I was rather charmed by the simplicity of the majority of my classmates’ answers (there were a few who spent the summer in Paris, London, on a remote island in the Phillippines). Seems like I’m in good company. I especially liked the girl who was thrilled to eat a fish.

It was a nice reality check for this student who couldn’t afford to take time off work after her summer semester was over, but is insanely blessed to have been able to live and work on the other side of the world for the better part of the year and now go to school (do you know how many people in the world wish they had even half the opportunities/access we have when it comes to education?).