messes + shoots

I take a moment to look at my living space and it’s a total disaster right now. Papers all over the floor, dirty dishes in the sink, Easter Candy on several visible tables, bags full of treasures from thrift stores and books absolutely everywhere. Let me not forget to mention the clothes on the back of mostly every chair and the overflowing hamper. I totally justify the mess we sometimes live in, to the fact that we are creative people who function this way. We are free of anything that constrains us, no rules.

No shoes, no shirt, no problems.

A lot of wonderful things have happened that are worth a share. Monday evening William had a shoot with some friends who pretty much win The Sweetest Couple of All Couples award. They are getting married in 3 weeks and Will is also shooting their wedding, they were so easy to work with.

The next night I partook is what was hands down the best yoga I’ve ever done. I stretched in every possible way and left feeling like I was walking on clouds. Needless to say, I’ll be back again as soon as I can. Yoga at home is certainly not the same as yoga with a bunch of strangers and an inspirational instructor. No way.

This weekend is the Shrimp Festival and it’s basically a getaway that is much anticipated. I cannot wait to sink my teeth into fresh seafood with Sangria in hand. We’re also having a Mexican Fiesta and that might be contrary to what the Island is celebrating but it doesn’t even matter, because we’ll be with some pretty rad folks that make everything amazing. We leave tomorrow. O.M.G.

//

I’m now headed to work of which I couldn’t be more excited about. I love my job. I draw little hearts around Girls, Inc. when I write it on paper, I’m that obsessed with it. I’ll have to start sharing the hilarious things these 7 year olds say. Here’s a taste…

Little girl gets assigned to “buddy-read” in my class…

Little Girl, who immediately bursts in tears and terrible howling: But I don’t want to go to Ms. Jen’s room! I’m always in Ms. Jen’s room!
Me: Gee, thanks “Little Girl.”

*She cried for 30 minutes. She was purple in the face.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: