Uncategorized

from the studio: an interview and figuring out my flash

in

This commercial just makes me smile. Given I had to weed through a lot of internet junk today, I found it to be fitting as well.

I finally figured out how to turn my camera's flash off. I'm only slightly embarrassed to admit how long I've owned this camera.

And yes, I did read the manual (it didn't tell me) and I finally just found the answer on some random forum from 3 years ago. Thank you internet.

In case you're wondering why it took me so long- 1. I learned photography on a manual camera. I used film and developed photos in a darkroom. (I still think film produces the most beautiful photographs.) So when everything switched to digital, I held out. Sure it was convenient, but where was the work? What happened to that magical moment when you saw your image start to form before your eyes? (I actually still miss that.) Digital didn't seem as magical, so I didn't take the time to really learn it.

2. Probably the biggest reason is that I normally only shoot in bright, natural light so it's never really been a problem. The few times it's caused issues it was either at a time when someone else was usually using my camera in "auto" mode, I was no where near my manual, or I didn't have the time to "play around with it." When I finally did have the time, well, I'd forget until it happened again.

So today, after getting stumped on a different issue, I decided to figure it out. Luckily, it wasn't the most intuitive so I don't feel like a complete dingbat.

Yay for little victories.

On a completely different side note, Lucy Dylan Weddings did an interview with me a little while ago and it's now up on their blog. I'd love it if you'd pop over.

Have a great Monday everyone!

Speechless

in

I woke up this morning to my father in law calling my husband's cell phone and my mom texting mine. It was 6:15a. As soon as we picked up/called back, you could hear the relief in their voices. "Just wanted to make sure you're okay." "Was afraid you went to the movies.." I was still confused on what happened so I had my mom recall the news story she'd heard earlier that morning. The news story she heard around 6a her time and tried to wait until "a reasonable hour" before calling us to see if we were okay.

A 24 year old dressed in riot gear entered a midnight showing of the new Batman movie through the emergency exits. He threw in tear gas first and then proceeded to walk up the aisles shooting randomly at the crowd. He killed 12 people and injured some 50ish- from the last report I read, one of the victims was only a few months old.

I wish I had something more eloquent to say, but when it comes down to it I just don't get this crap. What makes someone think they have to right to hurt and kill people? What makes someone plan to attack a room of completely innocent people? How does someone get off thinking they have the right to steal someone's life- to take people from their families and leave the ones who escaped traumatized for the rest of theirs.

I know life doesn't always make sense and I know some people are truly disturbed, but I just can't understand. I can't help but just feel so angry and saddened that this happens in our world.

My heart goes out to all of the victims and their families.

Good Design: Jam Jar Shiraz

in

via cape classics

I saw this Shiraz a few weeks ago at the farmer's market and was immediately intrigued by it's simple and youthful label as well as it's retro red and white patterned top. It was a refreshing change to the common more "traditional" bottles I normally see.

Apparently there was a dispute over their old gingham label so they had to change it. Personally, I like this one more than the old one.

Craving: I Love You Necklace

in

via here

I remember being on a date where the boy said "beautiful" in all of the different languages he knew (which impressively were quite a few- especially impressive for someone who has promised herself for 5 years to learn Italian and has yet to actually do it...) so we could laugh at the irony of the ones that actually sounded really ugly. (Latin, you win. Not pretty at all.)

Fast forward a few years and J and I had a similar experience with "I love you" (only we weren't trying to find the irony- we were just being "that couple." You're welcome people sitting in the booth next to us.) So when I saw this I couldn't help but smile. English might not have enough words to accurately express love, but this necklace definitely gets the point across.

fall ramblings

in ,

via say yes to hoboken

today I was trying to figure out what to wear when I realized that it was "that time of the year." While other (possibly more normal) people may mark the start of fall with the changing leaves, football season, and/or Macy's playing Christmas carols (too soon people. let's let thanksgiving have it's moment.) I call it fall the moment I have to switch my closets over.

The older I have gotten though, the more I have come to realize this biannual task isn't a normal event for every household. I was absolutely bewildered the first time I went into a friend's closet and saw tank tops AND sweaters at the same time. Were those ski pants next to her shorts?? To my slightly OCD self (remember my color coordinated closet?) that just wasn't right. I mean, you don't walk into a store and see two seasons at once do you? I didn't think so.

Of course I have to admit that the fact I switch over my closet is less about how much I would love to have it resemble a banana republic store and much more about the simple fact that I own a lot of clothes. Some (ahem, my husband) may argue too many clothes. (I have yet to recognize that as a problem thankyouverymuch.)

So to me fall really begins the moment I can no longer get by simply wearing a tank top with a jacket over it. (Well and jeans or something of course. I'm not running around bottomless or anything.)

And ladies and gents, it is that time. After 3 days of meticulously pulling out just one sweater at a time from our cedar chest, I have to suck it up and take the time to remove all of my tank tops/T-shirts/strappy little flow-y numbers and replace them with my plaid shirts, cable knit sweaters, and structured jackets. Oh and boots. I love boot season. Just thinking about plaid shirts and boots makes me ready to bake an apple pie and kick around someone's freshly raked pile of leaves*

*Just to go ahead and get this out of the way for when this does happen (which inevitably it will,) my apologies to whomever actually raked those leaves... I just can't help myself.

Oh and speaking of clothes, the lovely Erin of Design for Mankind is taking part in this competition. Not sure I could only wear 30 items in a month, but I can't help but be intrigued.

and were back

in

After being attacked twice (who knew that the blog was so popular!) all viruses have been wiped away and Google has taken down the warning pages that blocked the blog for the past week and 1/2. If you'd been checking during those times, I am so sorry for that! I'll get back to regular posting tomorrow, but I thought I'd check in and say "hi!" and "sorry about that!" before then. Hope everyone has had a wonderful past two weeks! See you guys tomorrow.