Ugh.

Spent much of the day re-photographing some of our lights...on my break I snuck upstairs to where all of the vintage fixtures are, unfinished and beautiful in their tarnished state. I especially love the lamp to the left.

So. I'm a terrible blogger. I've said it before and I'll probably say it again. While I have a slew of favorite blogs that I religiously scan for new posts, when it comes to my own...it's just...blah. I've tried to get caught up in the world of capturing the every day, but for me personally it feels very disingenuous to who I am. Other folks do a beautiful job of representing their everyday. Me, not so much.

I have taken photos of every meal, every step in the backyard, every quiet moment at home...and all I feel is incredibly inauthentic. My life does not consist of freshly baked bread, tending the flowers, or perfectly staged living spaces. Okay, sometimes it consists of these things. But for the most part, it's messy and clean. Chaotic and serene. Boring and eventful. It's just my normal life. And I have a hard time wondering why anyone would want to see that...

There are occasions when I am truly inspired by things, and this is what I hope to talk about.