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Shrapnel, Brides, and Boudoir | Knoxville Boudoir Photographer

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Shrapnel, Brides, and Boudoir | Knoxville Boudoir Photographer

I’ve always been an early bloomer.

Not in the “my boobs grew before everyone else’s” sense, more in just the life sense. I got married before all of my friends were even in serious relationships, I had a big girl job for years then quit said big girl job to work for myself. Stuff like that. While I’m grateful for all of that, years go by before I get to share my knowledge, and truth be told it probably fades. As a for instance, I know nothing about dating. Like nothing. I “dated” before Jesse but I was like 15 so can you really even call that dating? I’m not even sure I know how to flirt. Thankfully, I do have a pretty good grasp of weddings, so now that my friends and family are getting engaged and planning weddings, I FINALLY get to be back on that side of things.

A few weeks ago, I went dress shopping with my friend, Kristen. I’m 100% a people watcher, which in turn is probably why I’m a photographer, so sitting back in the dressing area and getting to watch people come out and show off their dream dresses to their family and friends is premium entertainment. I just realized how creepy that all sounded…. I mean after they’re dressed.

As Kristen went back behind the curtain to try another dress on, I watched another girl come out to show hers off. She had her mom, her mother in law, and what I guessed was an aunt all waiting with bated breath. This was it, this was THE dress. They could see it, she could see it, even I could see it. It was made for her. As she stepped onto the platform, a right of passage, and did a spin, all eyes were on her. Her mom stood up to adjust the train, primping and fluffing as she went, and then she said it -

“Its beautiful, but you’ll need to skip a few meals to make sure your hips don’t bust these seams…thats where you gain you know.”

And I watched the joy drop right off her daughter’s face. Something else replaced it, maybe agreement or acceptance. And while she did smile again, it just wasn’t the same. The damage was done. That word shrapnel had already pierced.

Mamas, what if we told our daughters all of the good things about them? What if instead of projecting our own insecurities, we reassured. If instead of spewing venom we flooded the room with kindness? What if we didn’t comment on our daughter’s figures but instead complimented their minds? My first thought when I heard her say that was how I wished I could turn back time, walk over to mom, and shake her real hard. But the truth is, mom says things like that because she herself has heard things like that. Its a vicious cycle and we have to make a conscious decision to end it. We have to raise up daughters to believe that the least interesting thing about themselves is their pant size. We HAVE to, or this won’t ever stop.

When you come into my home, into my studio, we don’t hate on ourselves. We laugh, we joke, we EAT, we drink. and maybe sometimes we cry. We work at undoing all that damage that the world has done to you, and we celebrate our victories. I’ve been shooting boudoir for a long time now, and the one thing I can consistently say is true is that you WILL leave better than when you arrived. You’ll see yourself in a new light, a fresh light. And I’ll be cheering you on all the way.

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Knoxville Interior Commercial Photographer | Our Livingroom

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Knoxville Interior Commercial Photographer | Our Livingroom

So I painted my office back in the summer.
A little backstory- we live in a rental. Our walls are a putty color- not terrible, but not me. After seeing my business coach’s studio (more on all of that another time) I KNEW I wanted to paint my office white. I’m literally here 90% of the day and I desperately wanted my space to reflect who I am- bright and joyful. I also wanted my work to really be the showcase in the office, so I knew that like my site, it’d pop best on white. So I (just kidding, it was Jesse) did it and then I immediately had an identity crisis.
THE WHITE WALLS MADE ME WANT A NEUTRAL HOUSE.
My decorating style has always been bright colors, but all of the sudden that was not the case. While yes, I love the way my work looked in my office, I also very much loved how calming the white was.
Enter fall, nesting mode, hosting an event, and my outdated living room.
Because I am a glutton for punishment, I scheduled our annual Friendsgiving in a house that hadn’t truly been cleaned in months because we were so busy. Not only had it not been cleaned (seriously, you should SEE our dust bunnies, they’re more like dust walruses) it was in need of some TLC. So again, I wanted to paint.
1 week prior to our Friendsgiving we did just that. I keep saying we, but I definitely mean not me.

So. With white walls I realized how gross our couch cover was. Unfortunately IKEA discontinued the series, and replacement covers were as much as a new couch. On a whim, I checked amazon and buddy, it was on. I found a darker grey (better for us anyway since light grey shows where our dirty dogs have put their muddy bodies before they get baths.) and it was so much cheaper than anything I’d seen before. We moved the credenza (its just a dresser), built a console table, built a giant chalkboard, ordered a new chair and light, and pulled out some of the decor I’d been hoarding with no true home for it yet. Boom. Done. And, Jesse only hated me for like 80% of the time.

All joking aside, my husband really is the most patient human and even though apparently Lowes puts him in a very bad mood, he loves the outcome and still somehow loves me.

Drumroll, here is the end result! There are still a few things I want to do (namely, find the perfect cognac leather chair at a reasonable price) but I’m super pleased with how everything turned out!

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