The middle of regal October, crowned with golden light and scarlet leaves. It's my absolute favorite.
It filled me with a craving for something vibrant in my wardrobe, a pop of red. Walking through a fabric shop last week, running my hands over the bolts of material as I strolled past (if you haven't made a habit of this, you should - it's amazingly therapeutic), I came to this rich red linen and went no further. It came home with me and became a new skirt, paired with a floral voile blouse I made last year.
I thought some of you might be craving something vibrant in your wardrobe too, and if so, you're in luck - Check it out in the shop!
Red is such an incredible color. Rich, passionate, courageous, bold.
It makes me want to dance. It makes the world spin a little faster and life sing a little louder.
Red aways seems such an assured, unafraid color.
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."The well known words of FDR resonate in all of us, make us want to strive for that state of fearing naught in the world but the act of being afraid.
I think, though, the only thing we should never fear is fear. Embrace it, conquer it, move forward and never let it frighten you. Overcoming, in spite of your fear, is true bravery.
Overcoming all things through Jesus Christ, His power overcoming our fears and weaknesses, is true victory.
Mmm. Dancing in this skirt is definitely recommended.
I'm excited to introduce yet another color to the floor length tulle collection! This one will match basically anything you want to pair it with - and with the holidays just around the corner, it's a dramatic, elegant, yet sweet number that will complete your style for all of those special occasions you always wanted to wear a tutu to. A black floor length tulle skirt is the stuff dreams are made of.
I thought it would look amazing with a field of gold in the background, especially as I've had Peter Hollen's new cover playing in my head all day. I went over to the neighbor's to pick up some boxes of apples for canning, and my sister and I spontaneously decided to seize the day and simultaneously the beautiful field next to the highway on the way home. The only catch was that the road wound back from behind the dump just off the main road - so I slung my camera bag and tulle skirt over my shoulder and we commenced sneakily creeping up the hill from the dump. I felt pretty hilarious doing a quick change in the middle of a hayfield with the less-than-picturesque waste depository and noisy highway stretched below us, but like I told myself, I'm trying to stretch myself a little here by doing more shoots in public places.
What, do you mean the hayfield behind the local dump does't count?
Also, I really don't know what apples have to with this shoot in any way, shape, or form, except that I snatched one (my third) from the car as we went into the field because I was famished and kept trying to sneak bites between shots. Of course a caught-in-mid-bite shot ensued, and because apples are one of my favorite parts of Autumn, and because black tulle skirts and fields of gold and apples were all happening at the same time, I just went with it.
I honestly can't believe that I can't come up with anything more original than the cliche I can't believe how fast it's all going by, but there it is.
Life is so incredibly fleeting, so unspeakably beautiful, so richly rewarding. Living each day to the fullest is an adventure, but also a privilege, and I've never been more aware of it than right now.
I've been spending an insane amount of time in front of my sewing machine between filling orders and sewing for the wedding. The Dress, in all it's glory, is sitting here in the bus studio awaiting the sewing on of the buttons from Tasha's mother's dress. The bridesmaids dresses are a pile of blue and lavender happiness. Stacks of tulle and satin and tulle & satin skirts are everywhere as always, and life is good.
I shot these two adorable people (along with Alex - see some of his work here) on a sultry early August afternoon, with dramatic clouds rolling by and a soft summer breeze that steadily crept into a full-on gale. The last shot taken, crashing thunder, lightening and pouring rain sent us running for the house, and we all lolled on the living room floor watching the storm with all the lights out.