inside and out. While my husband was busy getting a nice sunburn, playing lacrosse in Fla these past few days the rest of the family was home, doing homey things, like making butternut squash soup with chile lime roasted nuts, and going to the thrift store, having a few brews with friends at the brewery and of course playing in the snow and snuggling close in the big cozy bed. It was a good weekend after all.
SOMEONE will love me enough to send me here.
I gasp at the amount of talent in one place at one time, and the fact that it's in Salt Lake City to boot **le sigh** Anyway, I'll continue to dream for yet another year. Yesterday was somewhat productive, not so much creative, but productive just the same. Awhile ago, one of my dogs had chewed a hole in my 15 year old, soft as butta, can't be replaced Ralph Lauren duvet cover. It wasn't his fault, I might add, his bone had gotten stuck in the flap, and the only way for him to retrieve it was to chew through it, I get it, really, I do. Well, I do now at the time I was heart broken. But yesterday it came in handy. I used a corner of it to make a beautiful, soft as butta, like brand new, better than the original mini duvet cover for my heating pad. Like I said, it wasn't a totally creative day, so of course there's no photos as of yet. I dropped my husband off at the airport, then returned home to make the meals I don't make when he's home. I've explained this before, but my husband is 100% Irish and was, from what I can understand, raised without educated taste buds. He's come really far in our 17 years together, but in the beginning it was hard. I come from a Mom that cooked gourmet meal almost every night of the week. When I would complain to my friends,"ugh, we had steak again last night for dinner", they would shake their heads and pretty much say, jokingly, "POOR YOU". So when we first started dating and I was obsessed with Mexican and Thai we would go out to dinner, and, no matter where it was, Tim would order grilled chicken, mash potato and corn... anyway, thanks to rooming with my sister for years before we got married, his taste buds have developed. But there are still things that he doesn't like. So I treat myself to them when he is gone. I spent the rest of the night snuggled in bed with the dogs engrossed in Uppercase Mag's blog. I could have ordered every single back issue and a subscription for the next 10 years, if i only had the money. At 10p we went out for one last wintry walk, a light snow had fallen, and everything glistened, the way it should in winter, the air smelled clean, and I smiled to myself at how happy I was right there in that very moment. Today it's back to the grind, sort of. Although I took a vacation day from work, I still have wedding contracts to write up, emails for newborn shoots to answer, and with the announcements made yesterday by Apple, I have software to install and a book to write, that's all. What are you doing today?
not a personal makeover, so speak, but I have been working on that all week. No sugar, no flour, no processed foods of any kind make for a a restless feeling inside you. Its more than being hungry, or going through withdrawal, it's a feeling you can't quite explain. And in trying to keep my mind off that what else would I do? That's right, I watched hours of Food Network ** SIGH** By about 2p, right when the cake building show was coming on (something I really cant watch, it doesn't interest me) I changed the channel and accidentally ended up on HGTV and caught an episode of "Dear Genevieve". This woman is my idol. For years now I watched her take room after room and transform them into spaces I could only dream about, and for no money at all (Yea, right, when you're Genevieve that is). I sadly looked around my once beloved bedroom, painted in the perfect shade of Tiffany Blue and my head started to hurt (it may have been from the lack of bread i've had all week). the once chocolate brown rug is now a faded cafe mocha color, the curtains I loved from Ikea now seem to not fit the room, and then there's my Great Aunt Connie's bedroom furniture, which I planned on painted a high gloss black still sit in their original state. So while I watch the HGTV Dream Home Show, and enter to win the new house in Utah, I am gathering Ideas to DYI my own little space into someplace I can be proud of. Now my only problem is which room to start with...good thing I have like a gazillion idea stashed away on my "For the Home" Pinterest Board.
Anyway, last night we had dinner with friends and happened upon an impromptu Eddie Money concert. Ha, only in my town could you be licking BBQ sauce off your fingers and drinking from a selection of over 100 micro brews and the next thing you know the local band is introducing Eddie Money. Hysterical.
Tonight I'm chopping salad and roasting chicken to prep for the week ahead (yay! NOT). I've been cooped in the house all day cleaning, but I did take the dogs for a quick run before we realized it was too cold. I was able to shoot a few shots outside and collect a bag full of Chinese Lanterns in different stages of decay. I love these little bright orange weeds, and every year we seem to have more and more of them. They are scattered around my house, filling bowls and jars in every room. I wonder if Genevieve would approve?
i think about it almost on a daily basis, then one thing or another gets in my way and before you know it my head is on the pillow and there's a snoring dog or two cozying up next to me and the process ends and starts all over again. It doesn't really hit you until you get an email from your Dad, asking if everything is ok, "No blog post in such a long time..." It's not that I don't have anything to write about, quite the opposite. I actually started a post the week between Christmas and New year, talking about how I was done with listening to people talk about what they DON'T have, and how life has dealt them such a bad hand, "we have no money", "we can't splurge on anything","that person didn't deserve that promotion as much as i did", BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. Then the next time you see those people they are wearing an expensive pair of boots, or they have just gotten a new haircut or new glasses. Everyone is in the same boat, times are hard. You can either sit around and complain to everyone you know ( and even those you don't) or you can take charge of your own life and do something about it. I realized early on that rarely does someone hand you something for nothing, and when you do something for yourself you feel all the better for doing it. So, the previous post went something like that, and when i reread it back it sounded to mean, so I deleted it. My New Years resolution this year is simple, or so it may seem. I'm going to slow down and take more time for ME. Does that sound selfish? well, maybe in a way It is, but I can't remember the last time i did something, just for me, that didn't carry the baggage of who will this effect? how will the stress out weigh the joys of that one act? Sadly enough, exactly what I thought would happen has slowly been happening. In turning my life passion (photography) into a (growing) business has left me with the lack of ambition to do what i used to love to do. That girl that never left the house without a camera, the same one who shot a puddle, just because of the way the neighbors tree reflected in it, has recently been known to glance over at the 7D sitting on the kitchen counter and grab her keys and run out the door. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to return to Wednesdays off, lingering with a cup of coffee and shooting a million photos of nothing, experimenting with light, color, things in focus and more so, those out of focus. My big plans for a career change in 2012 have come to a screeching halt, and as bummed as I was at first, I'm actually sort of happy. The thought of a better income and more time to shoot was so enticing that I didn't think about what it was I would actually be doing. Although am appreciative of the offer, it was not me, and I think down deep I knew that. And as much as I complain about getting up at 5a, and not getting home until 6p on most nights, I love the company I work for and not many people who don't work for themselves can say that. It keeps me forever learning, forever evolving, and best yet, forever young.
I'm more determined than ever to fulfil my photo inspiration projects this year. I restarted my EVERYDAY project.
Last years was derailed when my iPhone died and I had to get a new one and for some reason the app didn't save my content. Also started a Project 365, which I hope to see through to the very end, that would actually be a 365 + 1 project, seeing this is a leap year. (too much pressure!) and then I really think today is the day I sign up for Tracey Clarks Picture Winter Class, I need to have someone to be responsible to.
and then I look at images from recent jobs and think, "it's not all work! Hope to see you soon!
