Sarah Grace

A little over a week ago I went to a friend's house to take some shots of her daughter, Sarah Grace, who was just over 18 months old. Anna, Sarah's mom, warned me that I better eat my Wheaties because Sarah was going to be a tough nut to crack.

"Ha!" I thought. "Children love me! I'm charming and funny!" and off I went.

Well, Sarah Grace took one look at me and was quite wary. Perhaps she believed her mother was leaving her alone with this stranger who had crazy hair and was trying to get her to smile. Sarah Grace was having NONE of me!

She cried and clung to Anna but soon she started to realize her mom was not leaving her and therefore she started to open up to me. Sarah began to show me her toys, the fact that she could walk on the couch, hug her dog Bella, and give Bella treats. We were laughing and taking pictures and she was pleased to see how pretty she looked on the screen of the camera.

When she opened up to me she was nothing but smiles and dimples. Her beautiful creamy skin, bright blue eyes, and blonde curled hair was just darling! After playing for almost an hour she showed me her bedroom, the bathroom, her hat, and her mad phone skills! She was hilarious! I'm glad that we got along so well- the photos show that!

It was my pleasure to photograph Sarah Grace- what a character she is under that coy exterior!!

Thanks Anna for trusting me with your most darling daughter!!

Wedding Shoes or Wedding Blues....

Well, here I am less than two months until the wedding and I have hit a wall. I figured shoes wouldn't be a problem to find. Everything else was a breeze- the dress, the tuxes, the place, the invites, the cake... all of if fell right into place. Shoes... why wouldn't they be easy to find?

Clearly, no one let me in on this little secret- they are a pain in the tush. The dress needs to be altered and I cannot do anything about it until I find shoes. And I can't find shoes. So, perhaps I will just go down the aisle barefoot.

Here's the problem: Mark and I are the same height, so I cannot wear heels (and not that I do anyway- but that option for a heel doesn't exist). Next, the dress is champagne and ivory and finding a pair of shoes to match is difficult. Furthermore, I am looking for something so specific that I don't think it exists. The treatment, I need to get over myself. My mother (and I'm sure everyone else is thinking this but are being very polite about not saying it) believes I am overthinking everything.

Who knew the details were problem?

I've included some pics of shoes that I love... but they aren't in my size. Some are peculiar and unexpected, but I think that's what I love about them!!

Let me know your thoughts!