I stumbled across this roll of super expired Portra recently (that I hadn't labeled for some reason), and threw it in with the last batch of film I sent off to get processed. I had already prepared myself for it to be blank, so I was pleasantly surprised to see moody, grainy, at least two year old images. They appear to be from right after we moved, but I can't seem to wrap my brain around what day it is this week, much less how long it's been since we moved.
Way back in 2013, I traipsed around in the snow with this girl to take her (high school) senior pictures. Now she's not only graduated again, but has already started law school.
Since those first pictures, she's become even more phenomenal as a human, and still insists on making me wander around with her in frigid temperatures for the sake of pictures. Keep it up, sister.
It's always a good day when someone asks me to shoot portraits. It's even better getting asked to take 8 portraits.
It starts to get a little more interesting when the headshots need to be done in one day...and the weather is freezing...and the building you work in has terrible lighting and a bad paint job...and all 8 people have very different schedules...
But I'm nothing if not up for a challenge.
What a year, y'all.
Instax accessories for days.
Serious Evil Queen vibes happening on our kitchen table.
We finally own a toaster! Little appliance, big excitement.
So cold, but still no real snow.
I adopted some wonderful family heirlooms today.
Our cute countdown didn't get counted down since I don't care much for candy canes. Whoops.
Festive birthday cocktail ingredients.
Custom stained hoops courtesy of my crafty husband.
Old lady hobbies are the best hobbies.
Why stop at whisky when you can use wine, too?
Homemade whisky suckers forever.
Trying my hand at making candy today. And by making candy, I really mean practicing my patience...
Secret packages that I know are presents for me are the worst.