My childhood bedroom had wallpaper that was printed with clouds and rainbows.

The first thing she noticed when the light popped on was that the wallpaper had rows and rows of tiny lilacs on it, like scratch-and-sniff paper, and the room actually smelled a little like lilacs. There was a four-poster bed against the wall, the torn, gauzy remnants of what had once been a canopy now hanging off the posts like maypoles.

Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.

"Take the time to visualize the beautiful rainbows in the storm clouds of life." ~Tom Baker

I don't ever feel I have no help. I've had rainbows in my clouds. And the thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself, so that you can be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud.

Going into 'Details' magazine to pitch concepts for a potential photo shoot was one of the most nerve-wracking things I had ever done. I didn't really know what one did in a pitch, how they were structured, etc., and that freaked me out big time.