My little sprout is eight months old! This warrants a mini shoot. In the midst of the bustle of Christmas moving into our new home. He sure is a distraction. But I don't mind catering to his every flinch. Not one bit.
He has a complex range of emotions, this being the pensive one. Absolute genius I tell you.
Agh I love that face sooo much!
Three weeks ago my family left our St. Louis city home and arrived at the rural plains of Wyoming, the home of our childhood.
(2600 Penn Street)
My life has been everything but manicured the last two months. The dust is finally settling and I can breathe a bit easier. While the stress of moving 1200 miles (with a 7 mo old) in a few short weeks was burden enough—there was also the internal processing of leaving the life we knew behind. Moving. Was. Hard.
(The view from our front porch, looking down the street)
In seven years we had built a life and community we loved. I moved to St. Louis just after graduating college. In my twenties—I started my professional career, went from single to married, bought my first home, and became a mother. In the shadow of that famous arch, I grew up.
(One of the gorgeous old mansions just blocks from our house)
Suddenly I have regret. Did I spend enough time with the people there? Could I have made a bigger impact? Will the city miss me? Was my scope of influence too small? Did I take advantage of all the great things that this city had to offer? Did I shop at Target enough? < Actually, yes. Yes to that last one. I shopped there way too much.
(View down the street)
I now have much respect for those that, for whatever reason, have to pick up their lives and move often. It’s a lot of work. And maybe roots go a little deeper each year, making it a little bit harder. But I don’t regret those roots. That city and the time spent there will always be special to me. So many great memories.
And now I look up and see a big sky. A really big sky. Which is fun. I may never have to parallel park again. Also fun. New adventures await, and I embrace them.
Just added one more urban chicky to our flock. The most adorable poultry that ever was.
I adore all things chicken, so naturally when given the opportunity for a baby Halloween costume I went for the mini rooster. It's also fitting since he usually starts crowing & squawking between 5-5:30am.
He is thrilled, can't you tell?
I converted our Tula carrier for babywearing in Halloween style. A farmer and his chicken. Agh! They are THE CUTEST. Oh, how I love them so.
Enjoy your costume festivities this week!
The blog as been real quite for the last month because things have been happening behind the scenes.
We are leaving our bustling St. Louis home and moving back to the quiet plains of Wyoming! Apparently there is an urban legend that the state of WY doesn't actually exist??? Hah well, both my husband & I grew up a small town in northeast WY, and we've always planned to move back closer to our familes. The time has come. In just two short weeks we will be loading a truck to venture toward the great west.
I'll probably need to post a farewell lament soon. And I also have my little chickadee's halloween costume to show you! More posts will follow shortly.
It recently occured to me that I never posted my baby's birth announcement. To be honest, many things are overlooked these days...caring for babies is all-consuming much of the time (who knew?)!
For this announcement I had done a little pre-planning while pregnant, but after the birth nothing seemed to fit quite right. I needed to illustrate in some way his out of control story. While I don't consider myself a type illustrator in the least, I do like how these turned out. Aaaannnnndddd I now think my 4 week old baby is not as cute as he was at the time. Hahaha he is SO much cuter now!
Hope you all are well!
As a creative, I can “do” many crafty/designy things. And many of these things turn out pretty great. BUT there does exist a job to rule them all. My personal trump card.
Product catalog styling.
So thrilled to finally blog about a recent ideal job—which is just a hair shy of my dream job. Meaning, THIS my friends, is my life calling. The type of work that I THRIVE off of. And someday hope to do exclusively.
If I were to say “I’m a product catalog stylist”, most often the response is a blank look. No, I don’t take the photo. No, I don’t make the product. No, I don’t design the catalog. I simply arrange the scene (of products in an environment) that is then photographed and used in a catalog/advertisement/etc. They turn out like this:
Still a bit confused? Let me show you A VIDEO of me. In action. Exclamation points x1000.
Thanks sooo much to my friend and creative peer, Carrie, for putting together such an amazing video. Gah, I love it so much! Other images in this post are a few of the final images used in the catalog. Also very fun. I am super grateful to have been a part of the team. It was two 12 hour days of condensed chaos. I think we shot around 12 images, which is intense (each image commonly takes around 2-3 hours). But I truly LOVE it. Almost as much as I love my first born child. Which is a lot.
An exciting project for your viewing pleasure! Recently I co-hosted a sweet baby shower for a dear friend. Since my baby was a boy, I was able to channel any unfulfilled girlish obsessions into this event. Which means a lot of pink, flowers, confetti, and lace!
We kept things fairly simple, but still colorful & feminine. This could easily be a bridal shower (I'm not super into "baby" themes). Food was a simple combination of finger foods and spice cake cupcakes. I made these intricate little tissue paper flower toppers and they were SO PRETTY. Paper flowers are my spiritual gift people. We didn't intentionally top the cupcakes with flowers & nuts, but I do find it hilarious.
For activities we had the clothespin game, where you lose your pin if someone catches you saying a forbidden word (ie. baby, due, cute, etc). The person with the most pins is the winner. Another activity was baby price is right. Always more entertaining than it sounds, and mom gets to keep the goodies! Lastly we had "decorate a diaper". No filters allowed on this one—the more humor the better! New parents need a reason to smile when changing diapers at 3am.
Favors were a bag of PINK strawberry coconut popcorn for the road. Yum!
That about covers it all! These pictures make me miss the tissue paper confetti—it's just so fun! I even stuffed the invites with it. And I still love the pink/coral color palette, though only in small doses.
It was a sweet day celebrating a precious little bundle. Definitely gave me my fill of pink & posh. Now hurry up Little Miss D, I can't wait to meet you!
Oh how I wished I blogged more! This ball of pudge is clearly no longer a newborn squish. It's true what they say, the days are long but the years (months) are short.
Just shy of four months old, Gunnar loves to smile & giggle. He is so chill and SUCH a chunker. Probably because he loves to eat a lot. I love that he often holds my hand while nursing. His face still melts my heart at every opportunity. Currently he does not enjoy tummy time, rolling over, or naps....I'm holding out that he might some day. Luckily he prefers the potty over his diapers, which should come in handy in the future. He enjoys being worn, shaking his keyring, storytime, walks & exploring the world, making faces at momma & daddy, growling, and being my little photo prop. (As evidenced on my instagram feed)
My days are spent nurturing this little guy. I'm a lucky gal.
Hello hello! I've got a non-baby related post today! During my pregnancy I spent a lot of time nesting and hope to share those fun updates with you. First is a welcome sight—adding color to the front door.
This happy door makes me smile every time I come home. And here's a GREAT lazy crafter tip > outsource the labor! By the time you research a tutorial, buy supplies, and then attempt the project (only to end up with quasi-awesome products), it makes the best sense to just skip all that. I wanted a pretty wreath but didn't want to make the flowers myself. The ones pictured were purchased from The Bakers Daughter Too on Etsy. I glued them on a wreath I owned and BAM—pretty wreath done. Low cost too! Probably the same as buying supplies. I added some filler flowers (1" was a lot bigger in my head....!), but the end product is thumbs up.
What do you think? Do you have other lazy crafter tips? Hope you all are enjoying your summer!