100 day challenge

Day 88: Confidence

Am I in over my head? I think this has been the longest that I've waited to post but after posting the last one, I have managed to: clean out my place in Atlanta, finished packing, drove to Texas, caught up on sleep this weekend, went to an immigration rally, and today was a wedding "shopping" day with my Aunts.

Tomorrow I am meeting with someone about hair stuff, driving to Houston, tasting cake, and going to bed to wake up early for my first wedding hair trial. I'm so sleepy right now but I couldn't wait any longer to post.

THE 100 DAYS IS ALMOST HERE!! If you have any pics to contribute, I urge you to send them this week. I'm going to be so busy these next few weeks seeing how I am down to less than 3 weeks until my wedding !!!!!!

I have 2 posts... a guest post and one from me :)

From our guest Tanya Klimova:
"It's just a point-and-shoot photo made to show off my new haircut, but I ended up really liking it. To me, it's a picture of strength. My femininity is strength. I am strong enough to carry and bear a child, and strong enough to care for her through tough teething days and sleepless nights. I am strong enough to take care of my house, too -- see the ironing board behind us. I'm my daughter's security object, and I am her strength; you can see how secure and comfortable she feels with me."



I absolutely love a mother's confidence. Tanya, I don't doubt you have uplifted women with your words. Yes, she is definitely rocking that hair cut and yes, that baby has some GORGEOUS blue eyes!

This last photo is one I took because flowers, clearly don't last forever, and I wanted to remember these. The sad thing is that plants under my care don't last at all, really. Molly, the little girl who lives in front of me, left these on my car one day and I thought they were so pretty. She is so sweet and after getting to know her mother, she definitely gets it from her.



Goodbye Atlanta. I'll miss you and your greenery, sweet tea, sweet people, random weather, fast highways, huuuuuuuuuuuge trees, DECATUR, culture, the Bert Show, my school, and all of the relationships I have made there.

"Confidence comes not from always being right, but from not fearing to be wrong." --Peter T. Mcintyre
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To participate in my 100 day challenge, submit your photo representing your interpretation of "feminine" and about a paragraph describing your interpretation to alejandra@imaginaledesign.com -- Read more about it here.

Day 83: Batter the Chocolate

Sometimes I can't stop. I question whether I should forget about the oven and just eat the entire batter myself. Warning: Don't ever bake a cake hungry. Will that stop you from licking/eating/inhaling the batter? No, but at least you won't end up consuming about 2 cups worth of it. You might be strong enough to stop at one.

Doesn't that have raw ingredients?!
I look at Jose with a furrowed brow "Such as..?" The EGGS! They're not cooked.

We're not talking about meat here. I mean, plus, don't athletes stick 2 raw eggs in their protein shake or sometimes just drink it down without anything else?? I'm here to tell you that if you ever questioned the "raw" ingredients: I survived. And not just "I licked the spoon" survived... I'm talking I looked liked a dirty, starving child who lacked coordination in her hands to eat the batter.



That's about how happy I was.

And if THAT is not enough -- I'm coordinating with my (returning) guest contributor Brandy Wade for THIS interpretation of chocolate:

"I think of how my Mother and I would fight battles of will then form our own special peace treaties over chocolate ice cream. It brings to mind sweltering summers back in Texas where I would sneak a fudge-cicle to cool off. It makes me think of sad times; of death and sorrow that were assuaged by hugs, tears, and happy memories over a chocolate cake. It makes me think of the happy times; hot chocolate and decorating the Christmas tree and the chocolate pie I would bring to family events.

Chocolate also makes me think of different women who have effected my life since they all have their own similarities to chocolate. Some were silky sweet like milk chocolate. Others were bitter like bakers chocolate. Others carried with them shadows and darkness but the capacity for great kindness, just as dark chocolate is slightly smoky and at the same time rich and sweet.



The picture I have chosen to represent chocolate is of a tiny chocolate cake I made out of scraps from a birthday cake for a friend. It is chocolate cake with a chocolate mousse filling. It was very tasty.
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Don't you just LOVE her metaphors between chocolate and women?! Brilliant. What a BEAUTIFUL interpretation of feminine Brandy. You never cease to impress me with your words. Unless you send me a cake that looks like that. But then I would just be greedy and indulgent. Oh wait, it's chocolate -- completely okay.

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection." -- Anais Nin
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To participate in my 100 day challenge, submit your photo representing your interpretation of "feminine" and about a paragraph describing your interpretation to alejandra@imaginaledesign.com -- Read more about it here.

Day 77: Flowers

Today I am honored to feature our guest post from Paulette Waltz. Though I did not get to know Paulette too much at Emory, we have stayed in touch via Facebook. It's a shame she graduated so soon because we are alike in so many ways. Our love of photography, community, activism, and even dance.

Her words so simple, and her photo so impacting: Flowers ... "They are delicate. Subtle. Colorful. Fragrant. Alive. Vibrant. Powerful. Soft. Sexy. Feminine."



You will be blown away by the work she has produced, traveling the world. There are two more images I will feature of hers, so I know you'll be looking forward to that! Make sure you check out her work -- simply incredible.

p.s. Sorry for the delayed post! I got back late last night and had to finish packing because Jose's parents are coming tomorrow to pick up my stuff. Bear with me in these next few weeks as I venture to move out, get married, travel Spain, and move to Arizona!

"Taste is the feminine of genius." -- Edward Fitzgerald
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To participate in my 100 day challenge, submit your photo representing your interpretation of "feminine" and about a paragraph describing your interpretation to alejandra@imaginaledesign.com -- Read more about it here.

Day 73: Back to Motherhood

Hello from Arizona!!

Goodness it is HOT. I'm from Texas, and Atlanta gets pretty bad too, but it was already at 94 degrees yesterday and all I could think was "This is not the worst?" The time difference has been crazy. Our flight got in at 10:30 p.m. Arizona time, but it was actually 1:30 a.m. in Atlanta! The worst part is by the time we made it to our hotel to go to sleep it was close to 3 a.m. Atlanta time!

I won't go into the details of our "home" search yet -- but it's been pretty challenging. Fortunately, when I got online to check my e-mail, I had about 3 guest posts!! So thank you to those who are submitting -- you are SUCH a huge help. I'll be featuring one of them today :)

This one is from another mother, Stacy Warmack. She took me up on my daily challenge and I love it! I love when people push themselves, especially when it's something outside of their comfort zone. She said: "I have a son approximately the same age as Alexander. Here are some photos of my connection with him. As you mentioned in your post, this connection is very consuming, and it's about all that I seem to have pictures of. The first one: Ian is two months old. He and I are snuggling in the morning, and he is shown next to where he had been for so many months. The second one, we're on one of our first long walks as I discover that I can easily feed him wherever I need to."





Thank you Stacy :) And since we're talking about babies and I'm a fan of them.. here's a blurry but hilarious one of Alexander from the Easter shoot:



He is too good at that eyebrow raise. I got it a lot! What the heck is she doing on the grass with that big, black, box thing? [eyebrow raise]. Mom. Inspect this please.

Haha. If I don't melt away tomorrow, then I think I should be able to post before heading out to Atlanta. Night! :)

"Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing." --Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
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To participate in my 100 day challenge, submit your photo representing your interpretation of "feminine" and about a paragraph describing your interpretation to alejandra@imaginaledesign.com -- Read more about it here.

Day 68: Your Other Soul

Today's post is from my session with Caitlin and her family. I took pictures of Alexander as a newborn and now I get to photograph him as an almost-1-year-old! Yes, almost, because on his actual birthday, this girl will be in Arizona. Dessert -- here I come!

But let me just throw out there, Alexander must have had something up his sleeve. He practiced. Because when I brought that camera out, he was practically flirting!

I'll talk more about the shoot when I post the full set. For now I want to focus on being a mother as my interpretation of "feminine" for today. The reason I call it "your other soul" is because watching how mothers post pictures of their children on facebook, the way they talk about them, and their expressions when I talk to them in person -- it's incredible. Their babies are literally their other soul -- or a piece of it.



I adore Alexander's excited face here. There's so many others that show this relationship between them even more, but I had to share this one first because I love how happy he looks! In fact, Alexander was pretty excited in a lot of the pictures. Don't you just want to catch him?! Maybe it's just my crazy obsession over babies, but I want to catch him, squoosh him (softly!), and kiss his little cheeks.

Anyway, I love motherhood. I have so many young friends with babies, and they talk about them with this admiring passion. The kind where chewing your toes, licking the mirror, brushing your teeth, and touching your poop is a new revelation of life. A combination of annoyance, humor, and a ridiculous amount of love. I know my baby will steal my heart when (s)he is in my tummy -- along with my sleep and waist line. Speaking of, my best friend is pregnant and she's having a boy :) So to all the mothers and soon-to-be-mothers -- this one is for you. Because I can't think of anyone else who finds immense happiness in little chubby finger prints.

"Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense." -Helen Rowland, marital muckraker
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To participate in my 100 day challenge, submit your photo representing your interpretation of "feminine" and about a paragraph describing your interpretation to alejandra@imaginaledesign.com -- Read more about it here.