An Engagment!

I don’t know if you recall or not, but I have a Life List. You can take a gander at it here.
And on that Life List is “be asked to take photos of an event.” I added this about 3 months ago as a sincere wish that someone would recognize my photography and perhaps give me a chance to photograph their event.
This brings me to this past weekend. One of my friends recently became engaged, and she had asked me if I would be willing to shoot their engagements and possibly their wedding.
Woah.
First, it felt wonderful to feel recognized. I think at the core of everything, as humans we all want someone to see us. Really and truly see us and our passions and hopes and our dreams. And while photographing their love may not fulfill my hopes and dreams and passions, I defintely felt recognized.
Yet, I struggled with it. My heart was saying, “yes, yes! you’re wonderful and you are a good photographer. do it.” But my brain, oh that rascal, was replying, “huh. you’re a student. and not an art student at that. you can’t do this. they won’t turn out well, because you don’t know what you’re doing. Only real photographers can do that.” And that last comment is the crux of it isn’t it? Well, after debating, I finally told my brain to stop. Seriously, stop. If they don’t like the engagements, then we will find another photographer. It’s okay.
So, last Sunday, I met with Mary and Shawn at the place where they were engaged and I had the honor to photograph snippets of their love. And I have never experienced something quite as great as that.
Below are a couple of my favorites, but you can see all of them on my flickr page.
So doing this as brought up some pretty significant thoughts in my heart and my head.
And I owe it to Mary, for recognizing me.
(I would love to hear your thoughts about the photos – you can comment here or on any of the images on flickr!)

Hair Part 2

I bet you thought that I was going to chop all of my hair off. 

I have really thick hair.

I now know this for a fact. My hair stylists said so. That’s right. Stylists. Because it took two people to make this happen:

Do those capes flatter anyone?

And, 5 hours & 150+ curlers later, I have a perm.

Much like this:

No people! Have a little bit of faith. Jeez.

I actually look like this:

I’m still in the can’t wash it phase, but I like it. I know I’ll like it more after I get to shampoo it and play with it.

So, why the perm? We have no central AC. Which means that the summers are hot as hell in our apartment. Typically about 10 degrees warmer inside then out. And we have hot wind. So, pointing a hair dryer at my head for 10 minutes and leaving my hair down all summer, again? No thanks. Which leaves me with the option with my long, thick hair in a ponytail all summer. Again. No thanks. Thus the perm.

There were some skeptics. One friend said, “People still get those?” But that’s okay. I used to get perms in high school and loved them. And, I don’t have to use a blow dryer. Win, win. I also get to cross something off my life list!

So, if you see out and about, say something nice about my hair.

Hair…. Surprise?

The quintessential bathroom mirror shot. My first ever. 
But that’s not what this is about. 
It’s about the fact that this is the longest my hair has been in… over 5 years. The mister remarked the other day that he had no recollection of my hair this long. And we’ve known each other for five years.
But, tomorrow, I’m doing something drastic to it. 
And it’s probably not what you think it is. 
Happy Thursday night, my dear friends!

Cocktails: #1-#5

I have a goal. And, it’s on my life list. It’s to try 100 Cocktails. There aren’t any rules for it, and I decided to do it because I normally order the same thing. I wanted to find something new and different.
Here are the first 5.. Ready?

First up, we have my “signature” drink. It’s called a Dirty Shirley and it’s comprised of Grenadine, Sprite and a shot of vodka. I love how this tastes, especially when someone makes it right, which rarely happens.

Next, we have a no name drink. I asked the husband to go to the bar and order me something sweet that didn’t have coconut in it. See, I’m allergic. Melon liqueur, citrus vodka and some Sprite. Not too bad. I bet on the sour side (whoduha thunk it?).

The night before my folks flew home, my mom and I drank a couple of these lovelies. It was a watermelon something or other and it was in the bar of the Casino we stayed out. I don’t know what was in it, and I thought I wrote it down. Alas. I do remember, though, that it lacked the kick that most alcohol has. I find that often to be the case in large places.

 New Year’s had me tasting this thinking it would uh-mazing! It was Pink UV Vodka and Champagne, I really didn’t think it could go wrong. Au contraire. It was horrid. I think that was mainly because they forgot the champagne and basically served me vodka in a champagne glass. For $6. I had to drink it and I will admit it kept me warm for the frigid walk to the ball. But, it tasted like rubbing alcohol. Ick.

And number 5 is something which Holly Lynn and I made up. It was a shot of vodka, apple-cherry juice, lime, and a bit of sugar. It was alright, for something we were playing with.

As I’m reading this, I’m noticing that vodka seems to be the key to my drinks. I’m making a decision that the next five must not include vodka as the main mixer.

What do you like to drink, dear internets? Do you have a favorite cocktail? shot? beer? wine? Please share!