A lot of incredible things have been happening around here! The Connected Brand is getting closer to launch and I am working on the finishing touches of the workbook this week! A new line of stunning, long-awaited Fine Frame Collections were added to the portrait product line yesterday, and I can’t wait to share more about them next week on the blog!
I was talking to a friend a while ago, and she kept mentioning how things seemed “so perfect” for my business. That every time she popped on Instagram or Facebook, I was sharing some new amazing venture and how everything looked so uterrly perfect and she couldn’t keep up.
Oh heck to the no.
Friends, I admit this has been a season of major hustle for me, and I couldn’t be more excited about how far my brand has come in just a year. (One year anniversary next week!!) But I never want to be that person behind the screen of my computer who always seems to have it together, and who seems like they run the perfect brand with the perfect everything. Ever. Because it’s just not the case. In fact, in couldn’t be farther from the truth.
So this morning I sat down and just wrote unfiltered. Nothing planned. Nothing witty that I thought of in advance, or a recent portrait session that I saved to feature today. I just filled my coffee mug and sat down and wrote. I hope it’s a reminder that behind the business, behind the brand, it’s still just me.
I really miss school shopping.
Picking out my 5 Star notebooks with College-Ruled paper…to what color gel pens I wanted…well and of course the new fall clothes! Growing up in Maine where shopping was scarce, I remember the first Old Navy that came our way. It was well over an hour away, but was a treat to go there for school clothes. A big once a year event. I didn’t understand a ton about money or savings, but I did know that if we shopped there I seemed to get more clothes. Which let’s face it, was all I really cared about it. And when we got to go to the outlets in Freeport, it was a Holiday times ten.
The Freeport, Maine outlets are still to to this day one of my favorite places to shop.
My Mom would try to convince us to wait and go school shopping later in the fall. That we weren’t going to be naked and without clothes if heaven forbid we wore a shirt we already owned in September. But it wasn’t about not having anything to wear. I wanted totally new outfits, right down to the shoes. It was a MAJOR deal.
And as the morning air up here in New England has turned a little cooler, and families are bustling about the stores getting kids ready for back to school, I find myself a little jealous. And I see a little shopping trip in my near future to pick up newly sharpened pencils. Well. And shoes.
The other night I found my first gray hair. Which didn’t help the fact that I am already stressed over not having time to color my hair before my step-sister’s wedding in Montana next weekend. Gray. Hair. I’ll be 30 in January. I’ve lied about my age for four years.
Sometimes I drive a good 20 minutes one way to get my favorite coconut ice cream from the little homemade shop. The kids don’t even like ice cream. Well the baby does but she’s 6 months old so we are trying to wean her off it and get her to like something along the line of oatmeal instead. So every time I give her a spoonful of cereal, she pouts with big wet eyes that ask me why I am torturing her. I understand. I really prefer ice cream too.
A couple blocks away is is small school playground that the community is welcome to use when school isn’t in session. It works out great because it’s just far enough way where the kids and I can make an afternoon walk out of it, but close enough so it doesn’t involve packing up the car like we are moving west. (which is what the car usually looks like when we drive anywhere). The other day when we made a last minute decision to go. I had spent the day working and getting a lot of cleaning done, so I wore my grubby yoga pants and tried to hide my no make-up self with oversized sunglasses. Lo and behold, there happens to be two mothers there with their children who fit my client profile near perfectly. I wanted to kick myself, as I sarcastically chanted in my head, ”Here, I have been cleaning the bathroom all afternoon and won’t get to shower for at least another hour, but here’s my letterpress business card, be sure to check out my luxury portrait experience for you and your baby“…. Not. Sigh.
I guess this is all I am writing today, because I can hear the four year old in our backyard unlocking the gate and trying to escape, and the baby is staring at me wondering when I plan to pick her up with snuggles. Right now my sweets. Right now. But let’s show everyone what I am thinking for fall outfits. Because it’s fun. Obviously. Hopefully I haven’t blogged it already. It’s possible. But this morning, is unfiltered.
Have a great Thursday!