Sherbet Pips!

For my birthday last year,
my dad gifted me a layer cake
(that's thirty 10" squares)
of Sherbet Pips by Aneela Hooey.
It took me a while to decide what to do with them
(yes, I have decision making issues)
(duh)
but once I figured it out,
the quilt came together rather quickly.

This will be my first venture into free motion quilting
so I'm a little scared to officially start it.
But I'm sure that even if I screw it up,
it'll still be warm.

Even if it's not that pretty to look at.

Hey! Sort of like me.

Cheers,
A

dreaming big.

You all know about my photography business.

My dream of becoming a full time wedding and portrait photographer.

Today, that dream inched a little closer to reality.

Or, at the very least, looks a little more like reality....

Today I launched my very own website.

With my very own logo.

Designed by the amazingly talented Moxee. 

It's not only a photography website, 

but a place where I can share so much more than just my photos. 

It's a place for my knitting.

My quilting and sewing.

My personal life.

Elena.

Stella.

And every single story I am honored and blessed to tell for others.

I'm not sure what will happen to The Family Pelton.

I'm not sure I can keep up with two blogs 

(that's becoming apparent given my complete and utter lack of posting here)

but I am certain that I'd love it if you'd come over and check out my new digs.

Look through my galleries.

Leave me some comment love.

I'd love to know that you stopped by,

and that even if you can no longer read posts at this URL,

that you'll still come see me.

Maybe even take my grammar quizzes.

Love you all, dear readers.

Mean it.

so very much.

xo

a

On Seeing...

It is important to remember, that sight, is just as important as vision.

xo
a

Wednesday Wisdom

We moved over the weekend. It's been a whirlwind, really. 

Tuesday (last week) I flew to Austin

for a photography workshop (my first!)

and arrived home late Thursday night.

Friday I spent 10 hours at work and headed home at 9pm 

to ready my gear for a wedding on Saturday

in Cross Lake, Minnesota (three hours north).

I shot a wedding all day Saturday, and came home early Sunday morning

to a full trailer and empty boxes 

needing to be filled, packed, loaded.

Monday, I went to work.

The commute?

Fifteen minutes.

I have an hour and half of extra time now.

Every.

Single.

Day.

Time I used to spend driving.

Time that I can now spend with my darling daughters.

And DRL, too.

Time

dear, loyal, amazing friends,

that I can spend updating this blog. 

I miss it.

Writing.

I miss this blog.

I miss telling my stories.

Even if they're not any good.

So hopefully February will find me full of new material.

Also: Remember that you can keep up with me 

and all my photography adventures

over here.

xo

a

(special thanks to Kelsea for the photo)

Monday. Photo Day.

Sort of.

You'll have to head over here for the full monty.

But here's a snippet of what is waiting for you:

Cheers,
A

Thursday Randomness

Because it's Thursday

(my favorite day of the week)

I thought I'd share this random story with you.

My first class at North Hennepin Community College

(where I earned my AAS degree - with a 4.0 baby!)

was Physical Geography.

I can't, for the life of me, remember the instructor's name.

The class began at 7:50

in the morning!

which was, to date, the dumbest collegiate scheduling decision

I have ever made.

But I digress.

One morning, as we discussed the layers of the atmosphere,

I raised my hand and asked the instructor,
"At what level are you able to see the stars?"

The class erupted in laughter.

My instructor snortled, ever so slightly, as well.

My smartass self got annoyed.

Really, really annoyed.

Jackasses. 

They were laughing at me.

Ugh.

The teacher replied, 

"You can see the stars from the ground. At night."

The class laughed louder.

At this point I was about ready to punch said instructor in the face

with my chair,

but being the wielder of wit that I am,

I casually responded to her retort with the following,

"Obviously. I am neither blind, nor an idiot. My question was in regard to daytime. At what level of the atmosphere does the refraction of light stop, thus making it possible to see space?" 

The teacher looked at me - her face blank.

A deadpan stare.

Deer, meet headlights. 

"I'm not sure?" she said.

And on we went with our lesson.

Did I mention I graduated (junior) college with a 4.0?

Apparently I was smarter than some of the educators.

If I may be so bold.

The moral of this story:

There's no such thing as a stupid question,

only stupid people. 

Cheers!

A