October 28, 2014
So I am finally a big girl and have finished my website! With that I have also moved my blog over there. Please pop over there, check out my new post, and sign up so you can sill get blog post notifications. Oh and please pleases please, let me know what you things of the redesign. It is a work in progress and I am looking for input.
September 29, 2014
Friday was my 5th Wedding Anniversary to my wonderful husband and we did the most spectacular thing ever…took 24 hours for just us. We (tried) to take a half day of work on Friday, logged off and packed up the car to make the long 5 mile trek from our home to the downtown Boston Ritz. We had an afternoon massage, walked around the Boston Common and Garden, grabbed a drink at the beautiful Taj Hotel bar over looking the park and ate dinner at an old favorite (Beacon Hill Bistro) from our days in Beacon Hill. Then we slept for a blessed, uninterrupted 10 hours. It is amazing how much you don’t realize you need a 24 hour get away, until you get it. We returned back to our crazy little family Saturday afternoon, feeling refreshed, connected and ready to get thrown back into mommy and daddy land. Now if we could just have this every month. (Don’t worry Grammy and Grampy…we won’t.)
Here we are heading out for cocktails (or an assassination as one friend commented), in the exact post where he proposed.
August 11, 2014
I came across this quote and poem while reading an article about the, wise beyond her years Tavi Gevinson in New York Magazine. It’s funny that an 18 year old’s quote would speak so closely to this 37 year old, photographer, wife and mother of two, but as I am vacationing and preparing to dive back into work upon my return, it speaks volumes to me. It’s the perfect little vacation meditation. Summer is always such a great lazy time and I have especially indulged in lots of quiet family time this summer. We are currently soaking up a week of sun and beach fun at Sea Island located on the coast of South Georgia. We have been coming down here this time each year for a while now, and I find it to be a wonderful, special way to wrap up summer. Some extra hot, lazy, humid days before the fresh start of Fall wakes you up.
“You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything
the darkness that comes with every infinite fall
and the shivering blaze of every step up.
So many live on and want nothing
And are raised to the rank of prince
By the slippery ease of their light judgments
But what you love to see are faces
that do work and feel thirst.
You love most of all those who need you
as they need a crowbar or a hoe.
You have not grown old, and it is not too late
To dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.”
July 18, 2014
So this week flew by and my promise to myself to blog again post baby has been derailed by a few sleepless nights, doctors appointments and little free time, but I have not abandoned this blog. Quite the contrary. What little free time I have had, I have been working on my website to incorporate a new blog design, working on some prints and some studio updates and projects. All in good time. Hope everyone has a wonderful summer weekend. Cheers.
July 11, 2014
We are smack dab in the middle of summer and life couldn’t be better. Last summer we were basically nomads, our home was undergoing renovations. Living in my in-laws basement and driving up to Maine every weekend to see my sister. This summer we are total home bodies. Playing in the backyard. Nesting with our new baby boy, and just staying at home enjoying our house. While I know, I cant sit still for long, (I am working on a few work projects and ready to get back into regular blogging), I am also forcing myself to enjoy this quiet, home life of our summer.
June 3, 2014
As I, not so patiently, await baby #2, I am filling my days with all sorts of craziness. Tying up loose work ends and getting all my new website materials to the talented ladies at JSGD. Nesting like crazy, the hubs and I pressure washed, sanded and painted the porch floor last weekend. And basically acting like a crazy 9 month pregnant lady. Here are some images from my last week.
A little rainy day outing on Newbury Street. I just love how the city looks in the rain.
Family outing to the zoo.
A walk in a secret garden we found. I guess they don’t call Newton the “garden city” for nothing. I am looking forward to a summer of exploring with my little ones.
Now, come on baby #2. At this point I will be much more mobile with him out than in my belly. It is like wielding around a 30 lb, very uncomfortable, beach ball attached to my stomach.
May 8, 2014
May 7, 2014
..until it just happens. The blogging and social media world is full of the humble brag, and I am just as guilty as the next person. Look at the gorgeous vacation I am on. Look at my fabulous photo shoot and all the amazing people with whom I am working. Look at all my accomplishments. As a small business owner and entrepreneur, social media is an invaluable and important tool in staying connected, networking and gaining clients, but rarely do we hear about the failures. The bid you lost out on, the unhappy client, the failures. What business owner in their right mind would talk about their failures?!?! We share so much on social media, but rarely do we share this. Well I am here to share a failure, a time when I was unable to make a client happy. Through whatever fault, my work, their opinion, their expectations, my not meeting them, whatever, end of the day they were not happy. And despite trying to make them happy through all resources I had at my disposal, I couldn’t.
Being the teacher’s pet, A+ student and people pleaser that I am, this was a particularly hard pill to swallow (I am a total Libra). I know I should embrace this as a learning experience. Perhaps challenge myself, hone my craft more and evaluate how I understand my clients’ expectations in order to better achieve them…or realize I am not the right person for the job. The world of Silicon Valley and start-ups seem to wear failure with a badge of honor. In fact 75% of startups fail, but their founders seem to pick-themselves up and move onto the next venture. (It certainly helps they have the backing of millions of dollars and VC firms, but I digress.) I don’t want to fear failure, but it still isn’t fun. So I am owning it, learning from it and moving on. Hoping it will make me better. Heck, I had to have tons of crushes, bad dates and boyfriend failures before I found and realized my husband was the one, so moving onward. Do you all have any failures that have made you better? Professionally? Personally?
April 28, 2014
Now that our daughter is on a school schedule we get to/need to indulge in the school holidays. I tried to stay home and work through her winter break and the poor thing was bored to tears, so for spring break we packed up and headied down south to see my family. At less than 6 weeks until my due date with baby #2 I am border line for travel, but I was determined to get in some beach time. It was a long winter (as many of you experienced as well) and my body was in desperate need of some vitamin D.
April 16, 2014
I use to journal all the time. Pre-husbnad, pre-baby, pre-Boston, I have volumes of mole skin notebooks chronicling my 20-somthing life stacked in boxes in my studio. The journals were mostly self indulgent rants about boyfriends, work, friends, school, etc. but I journaling helped me work out many a problems and the seemingly daily crises, especially when my sister, mom and friends were sick of hearing the same issues over and over again. That said, they were meant for me and me only. I should probably burn them before my daughter is old enough to find the collection and cringe and her self-indigent mother, but something keeps me from pitching them. Perhaps it is honoring that young woman who felt the need to write and vent or perhaps I think there is some wisdom hidden among my spelling errors and bad grammar. Who knows, but as my life got busier with a business, marriage, home and family my writing waned. I still keep a steady stream of mole skin notebooks, but they mostly consists of lists, projects and reminders than writing and sketching.
As I am expecting my second child, having old journals to flip back through might help me remember all those newborn peculiarities. How to swaddle, when does “sleep regression” happen, first tooth, and how I “really” felt in those beginning months; joy, fear, exhaustion, or simply just something to look back on those early days of my daughters life So the buck stops here. The ladies over at The Everygirl have issued a 30 day challenge to journal for the month of April and I accept Granted I am jumping in at the half way mark, but I figure better late than never and hopefully I will keep going, even as baby #2 arrives and life gets thrown upside down in that wonderful way all over again.