Tuesday, August 26, 2014

I had forgotten how much I loved creating mood boards until recently when I did this graphic for Nest Studio Blog. And like most things in my life, it presents a long existing insecurity of mine…

In order to be a “legitimate” designer, do you need have childhood journals full of collages? Also, are you still a “real” designer if you like digital mood boards better than analog?

These are just a couple questions I consistently ask myself, but secretly don’t want the answers to, if there are any.

Mood Board / Pretty Haute Mess

Do any of you ever feel this way? What’s your mood board process and how long have you been doing it? Since before they were “mood boards” and they were just teenage bedroom decor?

This has also prompted me to think about what my hobbies were as a child… besides sports. I come from a sports-loving family and I happened to be blessed with athleticism. Growing up, there wasn’t much time for anything else besides school and gymnastics.

Once I entered High School, although I was no longer doing gymnastics, I was still very involved in sports, mostly volleyball and track. Around my Sophmore year, I “retired” from sports to focus on my grades because I knew I wanted to attend UCLA and needed the grades to get there. I’m proud to say I graduated from UCLA and all I had to give up was High School.

Who am I kidding, I didn’t miss out on High School because I was a smarty pants who did nothing but study, I was and still am a very skilled introvert. So, it didn’t help that my mom taught Spanish at my High School and since her and I are very close, I spent most of my time with her when I wasn’t in class or practice.

This close relationship with my mother is wonderful yes, but….. NO

I spent so much time (and still do arguably) thinking about my mother, my parents and my family that I forgot to think about myself. When I wasn’t at school or practice, I was never left alone long enough to really develop any hobbies. If I was in my room for more than 20 minutes, my mom would come in and check on me. Alone time was seen as rude, whether that was her intention or not.

So maybe I’m insecure, or jealous, of those designers who knew they wanted to be designers from the age of 8 and have stacks of journals and sketch books to prove it…

And maybe I just need to understand how my childhood groomed me into who I am rather than feel insecure about a time period I can’t do anything about.

I’m just really curious how our childhood hobbies (or lack of) affect our career choices.

What are your childhood experiences? When did you know what you wanted to do? Did it relate to any of your hobbies? I’d love to hear your stories….


Kristin B
Commented on Tuesday, August 26, 2014

In a strange round-about way, my childhood hobbies did end up becoming my career. :) Of course, it took me 4 years of switching degrees to finally even get to interior design as a career choice because when I was growing up, we didn’t really see that as something you could actually do and make money at. (Who am I kidding though, I make no money now anyway!) So I tried to be the smart kid and study engineering and physics and advertising, before I realised none of that was me. I wanted to be back with my favourite pass-time of building houses for my stuffed animals filled with little paper furniture. Designer’s life, yo. I hate to think that 8 year old me knew this was what I wanted to do, but I was too blind to see it until I was 22-23.

Commented on Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Loved reading, thanks for sharing Kristin. Who cares how long it took or how much you make, you’re what you want to do. xo

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