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cupcake from Sugar Mamas Bakeshop, vanilla chocolate

cupcake from Sugar Mamas Bakeshop, jack lemon

For a while now I’ve wondered what it would be like to assist a Stylist. The job seems so fun… hard but fun. Well, this weekend my son is getting his photo taken so it occurred to me, I can be my own Stylist. Yikes!

If you’re thinking I’ve just bitten off more then I can chew then you’re probably right. I do work full time, things are crazy, I’m enrolled in school which includes homework and well.. time is limited. But not only is time limited, I have recently vowed to be more economical so it’s fair to question where is the fun in this task.

I basically gave myself two days to get everything in order with only my lunch break as my window of time. Well, well.. I am clearly an amateur out of her element and things are just hysterical at this point. The good – I have decided on a Kate Spade feel. Bright happy colors that work in an awkward sort of way. The bad – mentally I am fixed on certain colors. Gah! Today I hit the stores on my lunch break and see a striped kelly green dress I’m in love with… but it’s a dress and I have a son. Not a problem I say. I’ve been clearly watching too much Project Runway because I instantly think.. “snip here, fold here – it’s a shirt.” My mother who went to fashion school seems to think this is hilarious. My husband – he’s just pissed I bought a dress for our son. Grr!!

Vision people!! Let’s have some vision…

I have also been collecting jumbo balloons for my sons birthday party but decided this week that I like it more for his photo shoot. Lets just say I’m no mathematician. When I tell my husband that I bought a 36 inch balloon and he’ll need to take it to get filled he screams “three feet?”

Huh! As in, that was my thought.

Then he explained that 36 inches equals 3 feet and even broke down the math for me. Now my mother is asking me how I plan to get the 3 foot balloon to the shoot location and I’m thinking… that’s a great thought. Oops. I’m not certain here but I don’t think that will clear the door on a cab. Fkk!

Maybe we’ll just give my son a cupcake and call it a wrap.

*cupcake photos from Sugar Mamas Bakeshop

found via flickr

If you know me then you know I’m a sucker for good photography. My father was a professional photographer in the Air Force so I spent my youth in many a dark rooms. I presume that’s where my love for images began. As an adult I am still mesmerized by beautiful photography and I often dream of being so talented.

And now that I’m all grown up with money of my own I’ve come to enjoy having my life documented in professional photos. It’s not that I think so much of myself. It’s not that at all. But I do imagine that some day, decades from now, my great-great grandchildren will be fumbling through old photos in a tattered box and wonder about the woman in the images. About her life and the person she was. About the child on her lap or the husband by her side. And because of that I love old photos that are worn but loved so much that someone kept them around. I love photos full of vibrant colors. I love images in black and white. I love photos with character and even those on the humorous side. I want my life to be documented in all these ways. When I exit this world I want to leave behind a box of my life and I hope that someone will take care of those images for decades to come.

This morning I stumbled upon photos from Heather Evans Smith via my flickr roll. I lover her style, very fresh and witty. If I lived in North Carolina I would so be booking this girl. Definitely check her out.

Photo by Heather Evans Smith

Photo by Heather Evans Smith

Photo by Heather Evans Smith