INTERN : what to wear

Here on my ghetto Summerill Surf you'll notice a lack of consistency. Random posts about whatever comes to mind. But things are changing peeps. I recently acquired me an Intern. Frankly, I feel a bit like Kramer. It's awesome and I'm sure my intern is learning lots. Maybe not about Photography, but certainly about being ADD, obsessive compulsive, and a true lover of PG (my home town). (On a side note, some may say that love is better categorized as agoraphobia. Bah! What do they know? They probably don't even fill their drinks at Harts.)

After meeting with Intern a couple times, I decided she's a true inspiration. So this weekly Tuesday spot is dedicated to her and all things Internish. Enjoy.

Have you ever had a deep love for a particular clothing item? Say sweats, or a comfy shirt. I have, and I think that love is something to be embraced. Even celebrated. Young kids these days don't seem to get that. Take for instance Intern.

Lesson 1: What to Wear

On Wednesday Intern meets with me for the first time and I explain to her photography work flow. She seems interested and even takes notes. I feel brilliant, and particularly snazzy because I got dressed, blew out my hair, and wore a shirt that I bought 2 months ago. Ever since purchasing it, I've had a love affair with this shirt. It's comfy, nice, and striped. So maybe I wear it. A lot.

On Friday Intern comes by my house to attend her first shoot. We sit in my office and prep the camera bag. Intern seems particularly interested.

"Um," Intern says. "Did you know that you wore that exact same outfit on Wednesday? Pants and shirt."

I look at Intern. "Yep."

Intern's face screws up into a mask of confusion. So I explain. When you wear the same outfit again and again, it fits like a glove. You don't have to do laundry very often. And people will recognize you for your style. It's the best.

Watch this First!

This is such a sad story for such a lovely family. Now, on a lighter note, please watch the video below before you leave my blog. You'll love me and call me your bestie for life.

Now Watch This! Please, oh please...

So, do you love me for sharing this, or what?

luv erin.

oh baby.

Rachael brought all the cute decor and darling cupcakes. I just supplied the house. Not a bad deal, I must say, considering I got me a taste of the glory in throwing a sweet baby shower for my darling friend Emily. (Oh, and fyi, the last line is a total shout out to Nacho Libre...the man I receive all inspiration from. Such a stud.)

Here's a picture of the goodies. Enjoy and have a great weekend.

P.s. If you want to see more, I have them posted on my photography blog. Follow the huge, possibly annoying, circle button on the left to my photog blog.
luv, erin

today.

I'm sitting here staring at the computer screen wondering what to do next. It's not like I don't have a million images to edit, a book to finish writing, or pee to scrub from the crevice of where the toilet meets the travertine (Seriously boys, can't you get it in the bowl?). But, all I can think about is how much I loathe Amazon at this exact moment. And, if Amazon were a person I'd sucker punch him.


Dear Amazon,

I hate you. Everybody in the world has a copy of the beloved Mockingjay. Everybody, that is, except ME! ME ME ME ME ME! Where the devil is mine? Amazon, how could thou forsake me? Don't I spend gobs of money (thank you, uncle Mastercard) on your black hole of commercialism site? And this is how you repay me? No book.
Nothing.
Nada.

That's the last time I pre-order a book from you. That's right. You heard me.

You, dear Amazon, ARE DEAD TO ME.

luv, erin

back from the dead.

I woke up this morning and took a shower.
That, in and of itself, is a feat. Over the last few days I have been sick. Seriously achey-bones, high-fever, sore-throat, sick. I feel as though I've crawled back from the dead.

In the last four days I've done nearly nothing. Nearly. That is, if you don't count the weddings I shot.

A few months back someone asked me what I would do if I got sick. What would happen if I had a wedding booked that day. Well, answer is, I'd load up on some sweet-over-the-counter drugs and head to work. Then pray really hard that those pictures turn out AWESOME.

Here's hoping they do. I'm now back to the computer to start editing. Fingers crossed. I'll keep you posted.

Oh, and if you want to stop by and say hi, I've showered, so everything's smellin' fresh and clean over my way. I can't say as much for my kids though.

luv erin.

You are dead to me, and other church lessons.

1. Today I walked into church a little bit late. (Such a suprise, right?) When I surveyed the room to locate my Mom and sis-visiting-from-Hawaii, there was no empty seat beside them! No seat. For real. WTH? So I walked to the side and sat beside my good friend Shanna from JUST SO. Who, by the way, was wearing a particularly lovely dress that brought out the blue of her eyes. (Fashion tip: wear colors that enhance your features. Just like Shanna. Beautiful, really.)
Anyway, she leaned over and in a low voice noted that there was no space beside my Mom and sis. I must've made a face because she said I looked like the next time I talked with my mom and sis, I was going to say something like, "You are dead to me."
I totally busted out a snort right there in church.
Then using Shanna's inspiration, I totally did just that.
"Mom," I said after church. She blinked at me through her coke bottle glasses. "You didn't save me a spot in church today."
"Well, you were late," she said.
"That's it," I declared with gusto. "You are dead to me."
She gave me a look and walked on.

 2. Henry's teacher in church approached me between classes.
"We're talking about talents in class today," she said.
"Oh really," I smiled thinking of how my money invested in Piano lessons is starting to pay off. Henry must've talked about his Piano skill.
"Yeah," she chuckled. "He said that his talent was making you go crazy."
That little devil boy.

3. Ruby was chewing on a toy during church. A toy that George had been fiddling with moments earlier. George tried to pull it away from her, but she resisted. Then he turned to me.
"Mom, if you don't take that toy away from Ruby she's going to destroy it."
I sighed. "No she's not."
"But she's chewing it like a carnivore."
I opened my mouth to shush George, but then decided his observation was decently accurate. I took the toy away from Ruby and gave her a goldfish to eat. Cracker, not living creature.

Sundays are the best. (Please read that in a Nacho Libre voice.)
Luv, erin

dear bride.

My dear lovely bride,

When the stress melts away

and only seconds remain before you take the

walk down the aisle

I love the beautiful clam that comes over you.

You are Lovely.

I'm lucky to be a part of your day.

Like a big photog fly on your wall.

and then,

your friend.

luv, erin

Shafted.

1. Today at the Temple, while shooting a super cute wedding, another photographer gave me the shaft. First he acted all friendly, and then totally skipped ahead of me and took my placement in the line...and essentially the one good spot to shoot. By the time sneaky photog finished, my cutie bride was pooped, so no great shade shots.

2. I got a new phone. Why am I telling you this? Well, I don't have your numbers, so sometimes when I'm busy (like every moment of my life...well, last week mostly) I don't pick up the tele if I don't recognize your number. And that means all of you. Because I have an ADD pea-brain that's dyslexic, I can't seem to remember any numbers. Let's hope Technology never goes out on us or I'm out of luck. Text me your name and number. Then I wont give you the shaft when you call.

3. My little sister and bigger sister (not really bigger, just older. In fact, she's smaller since she rocked the WW) both went to Seven Peaks today. I got shafted since I am shooting a wedding...but I suppose that's Karma, since I have been shafting all who call me lately. I'm ok with not going to Seven Peaks though because it's practically freezing outside. (It's 82 degrees...burr).

4. Tip of the day: Shaft not lest ye be shafted.

Luv, erin

stage fright...to pee or not to pee, that is the question.

I was talking to a certain individual last night who shall remain nameless despite notable hottieness. The conversation went a little bit like this:


"I was talking to so-and-so today."
"Oh really?" said by me with bland enthusiasm. "When?"
"Well, we were in the restroom?"
"What?" Me, a little more intrigued. Do men talk in the restroom? I hadn't ever considered that. I mean, sometimes I talk to my friends while we're sitting around paying the water bill. But sometimes it's weird. And I have one friend that flat out doesn't talk while porcelain relaxin' at the same time. In fact, she doesn't even go into the public facilities with me. She'll wait outside while I conduct my business, and then once I'm done, she'll go and attend to her matters down south. Get my meaning?

To be blunt, she's got a case of stage fright. Or something.
Anyway, back to my story. The aforementioned sir hot-a-lot walked into a stall to 'pay the water bill'. Once in there another individual of the same gender struck up a conversation. Then Mr. Lover had to bail out because he too, like my non-powder room-sharing-has-to-go-it-alone friend, was caught unaware. Can  you say, STAGE FRIGHT?

It's never happened to me. So I guess I'm cool like that. But I did laugh at Mc-hottie's issue.
Have a happy Thursday.
luv, erin