Lately I have serious obsession with cotton.

Just ask my family who stopped three times on the way home for the holidays so we could stop and I could go twirl around and take photos.

Not to mention I may or may not, have fallen up a large hill and gotten cuts and mud everywhere just so Jord could take the photo above. Let's just say I prefer to be clothed in cotton.

No judgement people. This is a safe space.





This photo may not look like Thanksgiving to you but this what ours looked like. My sweet great-grandmother, Evesmama, turned 100 years old and it was such a blessing to able to share that day with her.

When you are little, you are naive, and you don't realize yet how important life is and how quickly it can change in an instant when you lose a loved one. When I was little I had no idea that I would see her make this age in my lifetime or that she would make it at all to this age. She is a bit of wisdom that one.

I am actually working on a photo project about her life so I won't share with you all of the tidbits that she has shared but let me just tell you -- if you thought 100 years old is a feat let me add that she still has a current driver's license and takes care of her own garden.

Thanksgiving was by far one of my favorite days this year.






Movember is over and as knarley as my pirate/bloom husband was...I can't say I miss it.
November lost me somewhere along the way and I could pretend I didn't know when, why, or how it happened but I do know.

Around the last time I posted a few of my friends that were do within days/weeks of me had their babies.

It's an unfortunate thing to feel the way I did about their news and it's something I'm not proud of. I tried extremely hard to be a better person and not think about the fact that it just so happens the holidays are here.

I crowded my schedule, our schedule with anything and everything you could imagine and left this blog in the dusk.

Please allow me to share some of my favorite memories that have made life easier lately in the next few blog posts.

Civil War Reenactment

November has been a very busy month so far for our family and I have not been posting as regularly as I would like to be but here I am. 

Last weekend Jord had to work so I decided I wanted to go and take photographs at the Civil War reenactment at a nearby plantation, Boone Hall.

Right off the bat I was looking to be offended by my southern heritage and the war that is so disconnected in the my mind because of the several different versions I have been taught throughout my lifetime thus far. 

As I entered the gates, I decided I would immediately let my guard down and talk to as many people as possible. I was bound and determined to get some good photographs from this opportunity that might not just be few and far between, but might be, once in a lifetime. Part of being a photographer is learning to talk to people and being willing to really let them open up. Especially the kind of photographer I aim to be. 

The first man I spoke with was a blacksmith from Virginia. He travels all over the states, and even the world, for reenactments all year long. He was the sweetest man and instantly changed my heart from how I thought this experience would go. His beard was long, his finger nails were dirty, but his heart was huge. I ended up talking to him for the first half hour I was there before the battle. As I headed to the reenactment he gave me a handmade candle he was selling that will burn for at least eight hours. I couldn't believe he just "gave" me something that he had worked so hard to make. 

The rest of the day was much the same. Every person I encountered was more than willing to share with me their life and eventually let me take their portrait. I was never told no. I left Boone Hall feeling more than grateful for my decision to attend that day. 

It's time like these I really love being a photographer and I can't believe I have been given such a passion for something I love so much. Photography is hard work and is something that really takes me out of my comfort zone. It is also extremely rewarding. 

I'll be sure to let you know when I find the time to add some of my favorites from that day to my portfolio. 

Until then. 




On Friday night we went to the fair with a group of our friends. We had so much fun eating food that should be deemed illegal and spinning, twirling, whipping around rides. It was the coldest night we've had in Charleston thus far and I hope it's the coldest night of the "winter" here this year.







Our friend took this iPhone picture of us a couple of weeks ago when we were at the pumpkin patch and while I think we look so silly it makes me smile. Especially because I am smizing so hard.

This semester is rough you guys. Jord is gone all the time with school, work, meetings, presentations, research, blahdy, blahdy, blah. It just so happens when he is usually home, which is practically never, -- I am usually teaching. Most days he leaves with me in the morning around 6:30, or so, and doesn't come back home until 7pm or 8pm that night. This is all after pulling the usual all-nighter and so he is either ready to go to bed for the night or go to bed for a nap to get up and pull another all-nighter. This may sound to out there to be considered the norm but let me tell you. It is the norm. It is exactly what happened today and four days last week and who knows how many days the week before that.

While this semester is a tough one, supposedly it has nothing on the first year of pharmacy school. Which makes me again indeed thankful that I chose to get my Master's degree and was so busy with that I didn't realize exactly just how much time Jord and I spent back to back studying at our desks.

I'm so happy for this time in our lives that we are able to educate ourselves and prepare ourselves for a better future for our family but today is one of those days that I'm ready for pharmacy school to be done and residency to be here.

Okay. Rant over.







The day I found out I had miscarried was the hardest day of my life that I can remember to date. It was loss and there was nothing I could do. Fortunately, it was during Spring Break and I didn't have to go and face my students or colleagues. This meant I could sleep and lay down and cry for hours on end without anyone to answer to.This week I was looking through all of my pictures for some portfolio changes I'm making and I came across these photos. These are my first day alone after the miscarriage. Jord had to go back to school and I didn't have class until later on in the day. I didn't want to go home and be by myself so I went out to shoot instead. I'm not sure how I ended up at a point where I was taking these but it's what happened.I see now that these were an exploration of coping for me. I never take self portraits and I really never have a desire to be in photographs to be honest with you. But this was a time when I didn't know myself and what God had planned for me and I guess that sparked some interest.This is still very much the case. It is starting to get a little cooler outside here in Charleston -- minus today when it jumped back up to 75. Though I enjoy the sweater weather, with it comes a sense of wanting to lie down, to hide away, to be alone and the only thing I can think of in those moments is -- I'm still not pregnant; how can this be?Though I look at these and have similar struggles I no longer feel the pain I had in this moment. There is still much hurt there with every passing negative month but it is so different. The photos however are not they still manage to have the same peace. I'll always be thankful I have these photos because if nothing else they helped me once again this week; to cope.










I don't think we have carved a pumpkin since our first year of marriage. (circa 2008 below)

And we definitely haven't dress up since then. (Dr. and Pepper -- I had taken off my shaker box by this point -- also circa 2008)



I have to admit holiday festivities are not something we (Jordan) really gets into and let's be honest it's not really that fun if you do it yourself. He tries really hard though for the most part. 

Well this year while we still didn't dress up we did manage to carve a pumpkin once again. It was mostly do to our fun friends who are good at these types of things -- we are going to blame it on their three kids and our none kids whatsoever. 

We decided to go with "the bowtied pumpkin." Nice, right? The original plan was a giant U in honor of our Utes, especially after that win against Stanford. But then they had to go and lose to Arizona. Real cool Utes! We still love you. 

It's supposed to be pumpkin that looks like Jord with a bowtie and some awesome glasses. 

Did we succeed? Looks just like him right. ;)








We went out to Boone Hall last week to the Pumpkin Patch and had a hot sweaty mess of fun! Nothing like 80 degrees in mid-October I tell ya!

It was our first time picking a pumpkin from a Pumpkin Patch. We found the perfect one we wanted and ended up not wanting to wait in the never ending line to buy it. So we purchased one later on that night from the grocery store. I know what you were thinking, we are awesome.

Fortunately, that wasn't the only thing we did at the Pumpkin Patch.