influence

It’s amazing how much of ourselves we owe to other people. I once made a list of all the people I had ever met and what they had given me in the way of knowledge or interests or personal qualities. Two things surprised me: one that the list was soooo long (and here I thought I was an independent thinker – then again I guess it’s sort of like the chicken and the egg and which came first.), and two, that most of the names on the list were male. Now, I’ve always been labeled a bit of a tomboy. In fact, I was looking through some old elementary school memorabilia last week and came across a grade two valentine from my buddy John Saxton. It read, “To Samantha, you’re a Tomboy”. That’s it. Made me laugh but also made me remember back to how the teachers and students used to harangue me every year about wearing blue jeans for picture day; they used to make a point of asking me in front of the whole class if I would wear my hair down and put on a dress instead. Catholics, sheesh.

Anyway, what was my point? Oh ya, I have a serious lack of female role models in my life. I need to meet more cool women.

Calling all cool women...

Here's what I did last week. For those of you who remember my mum's old bathroom you'll know how much work this took. Yes, I'm part of the HGTV generation.