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ballard district

the more real you get the more unreal the world gets.

as i sit on the couch all cozied up with two puppies and a loving husband, i find myself still processing the past week. my absent phone calls to my mother who i talk to so often my wireless provider probably questions what i quite possibly have to say, have left me musing over putting words together that make sense. sometimes in an industry such as this, you find yourself telling people that “it’s hard to explain… you just might not understand” instead of trying to form speakable sentences that allow them into our world. whenever i get asked what “i do” and tell people my line of work, i often get “oohs” and “ahhs” over the fact that i get to hang out with killer brides on their wedding day, i know, i have a stinking sweet job. that being said, i often struggle with the fact that people who follow me think that i live a crazy glamourous life filled with wedding cake and champagne toasts, but what most forget is that the time i actually get to spend shooting is so slim i have to question if i am really a photographer or just a business owner.

i work in solidarity daily and often stay unshowered and in yoga pants. i talk to my dogs as if they are co-workers and try to figure out what in tarnation i am going to talk about on the blog tomorrow. going to the gym is my idea of social interaction and saying hello to one of the elderly people there is my good deed for the day. i sit and browse blogs and websites forgetting that most of these people are just like me, typing in their bed while sipping a suddenly cold cup of coffee. most days my cameras lay untouched and the only people i actually hold conversations with are my mom (love you mom!) and my hubby. i often feel like a failure of a housewife because while i work all day, the laundry still sits and my lunch dishes are in the sink. when i break down the work i really do, it makes me realize that being a business owner is far more than having a pretty logo with your name on it. accounting, marketing, emailing, editing, blogging, social networking, and mentoring take up my days way more than shooting does. oh, thank heavens for my business degree, i could kiss jesus’ feet over that. 

being in seattle in a room with thirty other people who get “it” and who can relate to my story reminded me that i am not alone ever. don’t get me wrong i am over the moon for my job and am crazy in love with the fact that yoga pants are my uniform and my lunch break can happen whenever i make my way into the kitchen, but sometimes it can feel like you might be the only human who considers dry shampoo a delicacy and jeans as something saved for special occasions. i giggled over my tales of working from home and talked life with people who can relate to this crazy profession that gets me from day to day with a dream and sometimes a nap. let me be the first to tell you that although my life is filled with wedding cake and champagne toasts, most of the time the cake just sits at my table setting begging to be eaten and if i am lucky i’ll snag a photo and a bite. i cry my way through the toasts without fail because i am sissy, so instead of sipping champagne, i am holding a camera to my teary eye and snapping instead of raising a glass. so, here’s the people who made me feel a little bit normal, who made my confessions sound somewhat realistic, and who made me giggle long enough to burn the calories in that crazy amazing brownie. i can not wait until march to return and laugh again… 

here are some more snaps from our seattle adventures… 

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