Loving Lately: Lands' End

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I am loving Lands' End lately. They have the best classics and in all the greatest colors. 
Plus have you seen their catalogues lately? Phenomenal.

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Pinning legally?

I received a message on facebook from my cousin Sarah (heyyy Sarah!!) concerning an incredibly important topic:

the legality of pinterest.

Sarah passed on the link to this fantastic article that discusses the legal aspects of Pinterest. You can find the article at http://ddkportraits.com/.

So if you haven't read this article and you use Pinterest, you most definitely need to take some time and read it over. Then think about it. And let me know what you think. It has certainly made me rethink some things. In light of that, I will be cleaning up some old blog posts that contained photos from Pinterest.

Please read and share your thoughts. I'm dying to know what you all think!

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Oscars Favorite.

Adrian and I watched the Oscars and of course it was lovely. The dresses. The hair. The makeup. Though I could do without all the lame jokes. Honestly.

So then. Let me share with you my favorite dress of the night.

Ah. If you know me at all, you surely would have guessed this. It is everything I love. Now, if only I could purchase this dress in a lovely shade of minty green/icy blue. Is that possible? Also, could we create an event for me to wear this too? Could I perhaps get married again? To the same guy, of course.

Also, can we discuss how much we love that Demian Bichir was nominated for best actor? In a movie about an undocumented immigrant? Because we love that. We do.

Happy Oscars, friends!

*picture found via pinterest. Click for link.
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Loving Lately: Spring Flats

I figure if we're going to start Spring, we might as well kick it off with some adorable flats, no?

1: Target, 2: Nordstrom, 3: Lands End, 4: DSW

Twenty Seven.

A friend of mine and I went out for coffee (meaning Mexican hot chocolate) tonight. I realized about midday today that I had some free time tonight and so I called her. And the stars aligned and we sat down and just chatted for a couple of hours. It was wonderful. I think that may be one of my favorite things in life. A good talk.

One of the many topics we came across was the ways in which past relationships and friendships remain with us in the present. We talked about friendships that had gone sour and how, resolved or unresolved, they leave their mark. Whether that be in a lesson for future friendships or the fear of what can not be controlled. We shared about how past romantic relationships led us to offer differing advice on blooming relationships. And the ways in which those past failures come in to play in current relationships.

So then I got to thinking. This would mean that I am comprised not only of who I am today but also who I was yesterday. Or ten years ago. And I carry with me all the past triumphs and failures of all those Emilys who came before this current Emily. The glories. And the scars. And when I meet someone, well then I meet not only the person they are today in this moment but also the person they've been before. Whether they choose to reveal all those that came before or not. And in choosing not to reveal those, they are in fact, revealing something. That perhaps there was something that left them so very scarred as to feel that sharing that would cause me to dislike who they have become.

I think maybe if we remember all this, we might treat each other and ourselves a bit differently, no?

Sandra Cisneros, one of my absolute favorite authors, wrote about this in a short story called "Eleven." She wrote:

 "What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don't. You open your eyes and everything's just like yesterday, only it's today. And you don't feel eleven at all. You feel like you're still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven. Like some days you might say something stupid, and that's the part of you that's still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama's lap because you're scared, and that's the part of you that's five. And maybe one day when you're all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you're three, and that's okay. That's what I tell Mama when she's sad and needs to cry. Maybe she's feeling three. Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. " (You can find the whole story here.)

I think today I may have been nineteen for a bit. Which certainly is not my finest self. Slowly I'm working my way back to twenty seven. 

Thoughts? I'd love to hear them.
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Goodbye Winter.

Somehow we've managed to somewhat bypass the traditionally bitter cold Chicago winter. So in honor of that, I've begun looking forward to Spring! Adrian and I are enjoying fruit like it's summer. And, conveniently enough, my wardrobe reflects this color palette. Excellent. I always strive to match my fruits.

So, too soon? Or are you preparing as well?
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Changes and communication.

Friends, I hope you have seen the changes I have been making to this here blog. (If you've been checking it via google reader or some other reader, click on over to the real thing!). I've put quite a bit of time into this and I feel I've finally come up with a design that best reflects what this is all about: life, love, and contentment. But mostly love.

I've also tried to set this up so it is easier to follow. You can follow via google connect, e-mail subscription or blog lovin'. I've also created a facebook page, where I share links, photos, videos and lovelies.  So interact however you please. Links to all of these can be found in the column on the right.

I also want to thank all of you who have been reading. I cannot believe it's already been a year. I am so thankful for the opportunity I've had to dive into new hobbies and to develop old talents. So thank you for the support, encouragement and the motivation to keep writing, photographing and sharing. For those of you who have been quietly reading, I'd love to hear from you! Feel free to leave a comment, drop me an e-mail (via the contact form above), or click over to facebook and leave a message.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Until soon,
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Happy Valentine's Day, loves. I adore Valentine's Day and I don't care if it was created by an evil greeting card corporation, hungering for more of my hard-earned wages. An excuse for buying/receiving pink gifts is okay in my book.

Get out there and get yourself a pink doughnut. And give someone a hug while you're at it.
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A little strange and awkward.

I went to Target today. Then I grabbed a coffee in the little Starbucks at Target to pass the time until my tutoring session.

While sipping a White Mocha Latte (in the cutest Valentine's Day cup, bt-dub!), I bore witness to a super awkward conversation.

A mother and her perhaps 9 year old daughter sat a table over from me. The interaction began normally enough. Talks of school and what not. And then, suddenly, this conversation took a turn for the absolute worst. I distracted myself with facebook and e-mail on my phone so I can't exactly pinpoint how this turn came about. But it did. And horror ensued.

The mother began discussing with her daughter some of the changes that she can expect. Apparently, about this time in her daughter's life, changes can start happening and interactions between boys and girls can become a little strange and awkward.

Awkward? Like having a conversation about puberty in the middle of Starbucks in the middle of Target?

There are times and places for those conversations. Midafternoon in Target is neither the time nor place. I felt horrified for the poor girl.

So how did this little girl handle it?

By one-upping her bold mother.

"A boy said he liked me for my body," she said.

To which the mother, completely caught off guard, shrieked, "What?? You don't even have a body! He doesn't even know what he's talking about!"

They promptly gathered their things and walked out, mother shocked, daughter triumphant.

Well played, little girl.

Sidenote: Thank you, Lyd and Paul, for never pulling that on me. I would have turned bright red and laughed nervously. Shoot, I'd still turn bright red and laugh nervously.

Update: My sister shared her own awkward experience. Anyone else have some good stories?? I'd love to hear them!
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A post about pictures. With no pictures. Ironic.

I know I've mentioned before that 2011 was a difficult year for me. While I do acknowledge that there were many hard times, I would also like to acknowledge a bit of growth that took place this past year.

I've loved photography for a long time. My mom paid for me to take a class when I was in eighth grade. I loved it and continued developing photos from time to time in a friend's darkroom. In my senior year of college, I took another class. Just for fun. And again, I loved it. And not even because I received college credit for hanging out with one of my favorite people. Though that was awesome. (Hello, Carolyn!!)

This past year, I came across (and by that I mean I stalked for a few weeks) a lovely Canon DSLR camera on clearance at Target. So I bought it.

And then I didn't use it for awhile.

Then I took some pictures here and there. And I loved it again.

A few months ago, I made a blog for my place of employment. And so I began taking pictures of our students to share on our blog and our facebook page. It was and is so wonderful. To be taking pictures. To edit them. To share them. I love it all.

The best part? Most of our students don't take family photos regularly. Many of them don't own digital cameras. So I relish the moments when I show them a photo of their child and they smile. And if they're on facebook, they share the photo with their friends and family.

So 2011 brought me a new camera, a new lens (thanks, husband!), and a new mini mission. To take decent photos of and for the families we serve.

Oh and this year, I realized I will never be rich. When I saw some of the pictures I had taken of the families, I thought to myself, "maybe if one day I learn to take seriously amazing amazing pictures, I should make a business of it." I followed that thought with, "and take family portraits for people who can't afford professional family portraits."

Meaning I'd do it for free. Meaning I'd make no money. Meaning I will never be rich because I always find a way to turn my hobbies and talents into free services.

Meaning these shoes in every color and everything from this store will never be mine. Unless I find someone wealthy to sponsor me. For life.


One other thing: If you would like to see some of my photos from my work and learn more about that place of employment I'm always talking about, check out our facebook page.
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