• Photography,  Pregnancy

    Outdoor maternity photoshoot: 28 weeks

    Today, I hit 28 weeks of pregnancy, and realized that it was time to do maternity photos! Of course, my self-shot photoshoots are never as good as the ones I get to do of other people, but I still love doing them. I shot Asa’s at 28 weeks as well, and it’s kind of interesting to see the differences between the two. With Asa, I wanted incredibly pared down, makeup-less, super simple, and all of the focus to be on the belly. This time around, I wanted to be flowing and ethereal and beautiful and… well, all of the focus is still on the belly. And I didn’t intentionally get…

  • Fashion,  Life,  Pregnancy

    Real life versus blog life

    We have deer that just hang out in our yard. They were out today. I love them. Do you ever find that, reading back through blog posts or looking at pictures, your blog life seems much more beautiful than your real life? I read on one of those forums I mentioned earlier (GOMI, if you’re curious, which provides some great insight, a lot of laughter (for me), and maybe some hurt if you’re one to take offense easily) that several people have seen fashion bloggers “in the wild” and they dress nothing like their blogging selves, or act nothing like their online persona. On one hand, I want to semi-defend…

  • Fashion,  Pregnancy

    1960’s wiggle dress and playing dress up

    One of the things I love about having a blog is that it allows me to wear and share things that I can’t wear for more than the time it takes to shoot the outfit, or I just don’t wear because… still trying to get over that inner fear of being different in public. This outfit falls into the former group (and maybe a little bit into the latter, but mostly the former.) The dress itself is made of material that stretches, but the lining does not. Therefore, the lining hikes up to just under my belly/over my butt when I walk, and it’s impossible to bend over or reach…

  • Fashion,  Pregnancy

    The Difference Between Pregnancy #1 and Pregnancy #2

    With my first pregnancy, I was one of those women that other pregnant women seem to love to hate on the internet. It was a very, very easy pregnancy. I had about 4 weeks of mild only-on-the-weekdays nausea followed by 2 weeks of get-up -too-early-and-you’ll-puke, and then after that… I kind of forgot I was pregnant. I felt great, I felt beautiful, I felt like everyone should just always love pregnancy no matter what. (well, okay; I didn’t, I¬†wished everyone could feel the way I felt while I was pregnant with Asa, but I understood that wasn’t the case.) I only needed to sleep with pillow support between my legs…

  • Fashion,  Pregnancy

    Florals, polka dots, and many shades of pink

    I have been caught up in the comparison game for as long as I can remember. Well, perhaps not quite that long — before thirteen, all I cared about was swimming, rollerblading around town with my best friends, and getting done with my homework as fast as possible so that I could play with their Barbies. But somewhere around fourteen, things changed. I went through puberty, started growing curves where most of my friends had none (and not in the desirable places, but in the hip/thigh places), got jiggly in areas that had previously been slim, got acne, and over a period of about six years, gained somehwere around 60…