Open Sesame!

Its finally open. The new studio. After months of stress and agony. Weeks of work and frustration with the county and the inspectors and the landlord. Its finally open. My very own little studio. I love having my own spot - no worries about anyone else's schedule, no interruptions from janitors or kids or postmen or anything. Its just like I imagined it too - Khaki walls, green plants, cherry wood floors, white drapes. I love it. However, the horror is not over. Oh no - I've still got to pay for a sign so people know I'm there. I've still got to suffer through a Grand Opening/Ribbon Cutting with newspaper people and chamber of commerce officials. But the worst is over. And the worst occurred last Friday. I finally broke down and had pictures taken. Professional pics of me in my studio looking professional. It was horrible. I hate photos of me in them. I hate cameras, flashes, smiling. But I ate my frog again - and had it done. And several of them came out ok. The ones where I looked stoned, or goofy, or even like John McCain, far outnumbered the good ones. But thanks to the magic of my photographer, we got some, where I look ok. Wierd.