When in doubt . . .


…WEAR RED

I had a little plaque around here somewhere with that saying on it.  It used to hang on the door that opened to the red room (what else 😉 ) that used to be the “photo suite”.  However, I learned (the hard way) that a red room is not very conducive to optimal lighting for photography despite having the best window in the house for natural light.  The red room is now my son’s room.  Someday, it will return to being the photo suite … with a new coat of paint.  Where was all this leading… Oh yea, RED!  Just so happens to be my favorite color and this week’s 52×52.  The only hard part about this week’s challenge was actually deciding on what to photograph…there’s something red everywhere!

Strawberry fields forever…

strawberry-bowlMy favorite fruit, so happens it’s red.  Coincidence?

strawberry_painterlystrawberry-lineupstrawberry-colorboardI found so many things red to photograph that I haven’t even had a chance to go through them all.  Stay tuned for RED Part II.

’til next time,
Maria

Shout outs to Kim Klassen Textures, Florabella Actions, & French Kiss Textures!

 

Milk Duds

Sheldon:  Milk Duds, with their self-deprecating name and remarkably mild flavor,
are the most apologetic of the boxed candies.

Here’s a perfect example of my #2 truth . . .  I am a bit of a control freak.  Yes, I like things just so, especially my life.  So when the “day” job recently began to unravel and I had no idea what direction to go. Well, let’s just say that certain “coping” behaviors began to surface.  My nails haven got a little shorter; okay, so what, if I bought a box of Milk Duds, and I even played a little hooky.  Big change can have that effect.  I would say going to work in an office after 15+ years of working from the comforts of my home is a big change.  Wouldn’t you?  The bigger question for me though has been why am I letting this affect me so much.  I am no stranger to change.  I have made quite a few over the past couple of years; some good, some not working out quite the way I expected.  I will be doing the same type of work ~ so I don’t think that’s it.  Is it that I won’t be able to work in my PJ’s anymore?

So when I read this quote this morning, provided by the lovely and always timely Kim Klassen (and my inspiration Guru) over at Shutter Sisters, the light bulb got a little brighter.

We can always choose to perceive things differently. You can focus on what’s wrong in your life, or you can focus on what’s right.

~Marianne Williamson

So all day, I have been refocusing; focusing on all that is right with my decision, focusing on all the positive changes that will no doubt occur, focusing on this being the start of a new chapter in my life.

The Milk Duds are all gone, the nails will grow back, and next week . . . after one more day of hooky (heading to the zoo) 😉 . . . I’ll start that new chapter.


All the pieces coming together

As American as Apple Pie

My storyboard started out on a completely different path.  I originally started with a “day in the life” theme. I have been taking photos all week.  I shot some photos of my alphabet-less keyboard, the dogs, my monitor with my great new camera vintage wallpaper from Fossil (they have great vintage finds & cute clothes ) . . .   I took my camera on the dog walks which is always a challenge.  I even attempted a self-portrait or two (that’s a story in itself and another post for another day).  It was getting pretty apparent that I wasn’t feeling a story.

But then in the middle of the week  my dad stopped by with an apple pie that he made.   Actually, he made two (one for himself too).  See, he’s always telling me about the pies he makes.  Usually apple; he likes to experiment with different apples, sometimes his own crust, sometimes he gets help from Pillsbury.     This particular pie was made with Rome apples because he’s apparently not a fan of the more traditional Granny Smiths (too tart).  But more times than not he usually finishes his pies before I ever get to take a bite; so this time he made one just for me  . . . and I suppose the family and personally delivered it ~big smile.

And that was that . . . {sigh}. . .  the end of my diet as I had known it.  I had to have a slice (ok, so maybe I have had more than a slice).  Turns out Rome apples make a very tasty pie.    So that is how I got to this storyboard.  I have had apples on the brain, in the form of an apple pie that derailed my diet in all of its As American As Apple Pie glory.

Back to the diet . . . tomorrow.