Introducing Petia, Class of 2008! Petia is into photography, and she is so freakin’ adorable…could my day get any better?

Now…Petia’s mother was a bit shocked to find her come home with some fresh tatoos when she turned 18…but Petia really likes her stars (I wish mine looked that good). So I was extra careful to get shots that both Mother and Daughter will like. Some are just for Mom, some are just for Petia. Hopefully I have pleased both parties.


Well, aside from having to borrow Dad’s jacket (lil too chilly) and dodge light sprinkles of rain…we had an awesome session. They are OOOOOOO so good!

Thanks Petia for being my beautiful model today.

Due to celebrating KU’s festivities, Jenni & Albert needed some gusty, cold, morning wind to help wake ’em up for our early Sunday session. I only wish I looked that good in the morning.

Perfect word to describe them.

I come from a whole family of collectors (Can you say CLUTTER-mania?) One thing I’m glad they have is some rusty old red trucks. One person’s trash is another person’s treasure. As a kick-ass prop, I won’t let them get rid of these.




Jenni, Albert…you were sizzlin‘! Thanks for trusting me with the mystery location. I’m really glad we went there. You’re gonna LOOOOVE the rest of ’em.

The second half of my Saturday was dedicated as Debbie Day! My good friend, Debbie, and I went all around the plaza, westport, downtown, and rivermarket area to scout out some new urban settings for future sessions. I think my favorite was Westport, but we found some really neat scenes. This dragon one was on the side of a Karate building in westport. How cool is that!!!

This phone booth…also in Westport.



This green wall was too cool, but unfortunately it was in a very bad part of town…not some place I would ever take my clients.
Of course, we need one of both of us. Last pic of the day.
Thanks Debbie! We need to do this again soon.

This is how I spent the first part to my Saturday. UG!

My little sister, Amanda, and I are pretty efficient and strong women…thus we didn’t think we needed any MAN-power to load her furniture. And we didn’t…but she has this huge dresser that the drawers don’t come out…and well, it kicked our asses. It took several minutes and several little breaks to get that hunk of junk from her bedroom, onto the truck. I was very pleased to see two buff guys ready and waiting went we arrived at Amanda’s roommate’s, Megan, house.

Her new apartment has some non-furniture-friendly stairs. It reminded us of that “Friends” episode where they are trying to move a big couch up several flights of stairs. “PIVOOOOOTT!”
New apartment renters, Megan & Amanda.
When it was time for me to leave, Amanda surprised me with a token of appreciation….A GIGANTIC wine glass that I had admired of hers. If I had beat my husband home that day, he would have found me laid out on the couch, remote in one hand and the mother-of-all-wine-glasses in the other. Life is grand.

Can anyone tell what this is? I bet there are several experienced mothers of daughters out there that know….

Here’s a clue.
If you guessed it, then I’m sure you know my pain. Today my neighbor came over to give me some advice on our basement finishing project. I spent quite a while downstairs talking and made my daughter stayed upstairs (unattended) because I didn’t want her to step on any nails or whatnot…. I was just saying thanks and goodbye to my neighbor when Niki comes trotting outside very proud of herself. At first glance, I thought she had her hair pulled back. Nope. Couldn’t be that lucky. I did a rubber-necking double take…and realized that she had given herself a mullet. I think I turned purple before I realized I had stopped breathing.

We had been growing her hair out since cutting it a bit too short for a pony-tail last year…and it had finally reached the point I could even braid it. My efforts were wasted this morning by (what she told me) her wanting “to look like Tate” (her big brother). A bit ironic I think…my son wants to grow his hair out long and my daughter wants a boy-cut style.

Thank GOD for my sister, the master hair-stylist! After calling in the emergency appointment, we jumped in the car and raced to her salon. But…the damage was great and she wasn’t sure how well she could fix it.

My lil beast is a beauty to me no matter what….but it was a little scary at the salon. We put her uneven bangs in little pig-tales while they were a bit wet and the VERY FIRST thing that came to mind was “She looks like a wet chihuahua“. Oh well…Yo Quiero Niki!