Dude. (Can I call you dude? ‘k, thanks.) It’s really my 300th blog post. The only reason I even know that is because I looked at the number of published posts. Yesterday I was at 299. So, naturally, this one is the 300th post. Does it sound like I have nothing to write about? Um, maybe you’re right. Oh, and congratulations, Lisette. You can add ‘1’ to a number.
Thanks to all of you who read this little ‘ol blog. I mean it. Every comment means so much to me! I try replying as soon as I can! I honestly didn’t know what I was doing when I started this blog last summer. I still feel that I have a long way to go to “get it.” Many times I write in an academic voice. I really don’t sound like this (most times) although that’s something I should ask my husband. He’ll never turn down a chance to call me a nerd. Ever.
Lately I’ve been feeling anxiety. No. Not the full-blown type that people are medicated for (although medication sounds good right about now). The kind that comes with stress, and deadlines, and preparing for travel. We’re going to NYC for a wedding this weekend and, between last-minute alterations, blog obligations, design obligations and keeping house, I’m stressed. I can’t even begin to understand how working moms (or even full-time moms) get so.much.done. Every day. The house slowly comes undone with dust + laundry to be taken care of, and all I can think of are a dozen other things that need to be done. Not to mention all the
cooking and cleaning reheating leftovers in the kitchen.
I’ve never been a person to stress out over mundane things, but I guess when you’re not working 9-5 you’re still bound to experience stress in a different way. Such is life, right?
In other news, I finally “made it official” with PassionFruitAds and put a ring on it. I asked Jason to reciprocate the announcement and this is what he gave me:
Hilarious, right? Touche, Jason. Touche. OH, and because I have nothing to say, I’m going to share some pictures with you.
This past weekend we went out to Savannah with friends and I took the opportunity to play with my camera, much to my husband’s chagrin. Oh, and ignore the fact that I’m writing about the weekend on a Wednesday. Thanks. Here’s a little taste of Savannah…
Would you believe it if I told you that none of these pictures were taken on full auto? I actually manually set the ISO and aperture on these. I even manually focused most of these (well, the one with the artist drawing a portrait). I already learned that I want a higher aperture setting for landscapes and city life. And, taking pictures using a non-zoom lens (50mm f/1.8) while out in a group maaaay not be the best idea. You have to physically step away from what you’re snapping pictures at and you end up annoying your husband. Stick with the kit lens, Lisette.
I like that so many artists live in Savannah and sell their work right on River Street. Oh, and next time I WILL be going inside that River Street Sweets to take pictures. They have the most divine homemade fudge. Best of all? You get a free sample on your way in (and if you’re like me) also on your way out. Yum!
Trust me when I say you’ll see a lot more of Savannah on here. You will. Because when you’ve been dying for a nice camera and you finally get one, that’s what you do. Annoy the hell out of everyone on a day out, or go by yourself and look like a pathetic tourist. I swear I’m gonna trip on a curb and fall flat on my face…and on my camera.
Pray that I don’t fall on my face. Also, hope that I don’t break my new camera. I’ll be devastated…and in the dog house.