I got sucked into a black hole y’all.
No time to blog.
No time to shower.
No time to brush the bacon from my teeth.
Note my priorities in that order.
And my long awaited haircut is pushed to the back burner while I try to use every waking second to photo edit. Yes, I was a very blessed first year photographer. I booked and shot 49 photoshoots in the last 10 months. Of course, fifteen are waiting to be edited and sent out. Blah. But still…I feel very proud of the fact that so many families trusted me to capture them this year. capture their little babies and their little families and their little moments. It’s such a fulfilling thought to me. A thrill…but like a calm one that wraps up my heart and makes me thankful. It’s strange.
But I’ve learned…I stretched myself too thin. And now I am camped out in front of my computer while that haircut groupon is taunting me on the iphone.
In other less serious news, I finally squeezed my man-calfs into my jcrew equestrian boots.
Can you believe I got these babies for $20 at a discount clothing store?! I love them. My calves (aka leg sausages) however, do not. In fact, they don’t go on when I am just bare-legged. even if I shave. I have to put on these jeans and then they will zip up. Of course, the extra leg beef squeezes out the top…but nobody notices that when I’m doing my HECK-YEAH-THESE-BOOTS-ZIP-UP dance…which looks like a cross between a cat hawking up a hairball and that Beyonce dance to Put A Ring On It complete with mouse in one hand and my list of waiting clients in the other. Yeah. I do that dance and it almost makes you forget that I am dressed up like a girl who just climbed off a horse. Almost.
That’s all for now. Be back later. Peace out my chickens.
p.s. Janine sent me an email with my baby getting some more love over at MyPublisher….had to share….gosh I could chew his cheeks off he’s so cute. Of course…I wouldn’t….that’s just gross.