Snowmageddon my arse.

January 18, 2013 By 5 Comments

You know what much of the UK sucks at doing? Maintaining a level of common sense. For. REAL.

We’re currently experiencing “Snowmageddon”, whereby people have been out panic buying food and fuel (fuel? Why? Surely that cancels out panic buying food if you’re not planning on going anywhere?) in preparation for The Worst Snow Ever.

Now, granted when I started taking my photos for this post, there was barely any snow. I did the school run without so much as batting an eyelid, as there was maybe half an inch on the ground. And look at it! It was fucking freezing, but quite nice to see.

Snowmageddon Start, Jan 13-1

 

I confess the footprints shot made me laugh. It started off as poignant and stuff, and then it just ended up looking like a penis letting out it’s load.

Snowmageddon Start, Jan 13-5 Snowmageddon Start, Jan 13-8

HARD. CORE.photo Snowmageddon Start, Jan 13-9

in case you didn’t know, I absolutely fucking love the snow. As it turns out, we live in the UK where we (barely) have 4 seasons a year. One of them is winter. Winter involves snow. Snow is cold. So it falls in winter. Which is one of the 4 seasons. There are 4 seasons in the UK. Every year. More often than not, usually, without fail. So really, really, people should be clued up about the fact that snow pretty much WILL HAPPEN AT SOME POINT, no? Also, the whining and complaining? Here’s a tip – may I suggest another country? There are some places which are slightly warmer than here, and if you go to the right part, don’t see snow very often. Egypt, for example. Or perhaps, Dubai. Or maybe the Sahara Desert?

Now, as far as I’m concerned, the photos above are absolutely no kind of Snowmageddon. However, it’s been snowing heavily non-stop since I took these photos (about 2 hours ago) and looking outside now, I think I might be a bit fucked for the school run. Huh.

Snowmageddon

Filed Under: AWESOMENESS, SNOW, wtf

And then by magic and/or miracle, he turned 5.

January 15, 2013 By 10 Comments

Every single day, I question how the hell no one has taken my children away from me yet. Mostly because my parenting skills are diabolical, and I shout a lot, and have been known to feed them crap, and sometimes I’m a smart mouth with them when they ask one too many questions (which, of course, is all the time). Yet however, they are still alive, and even more astonishing is the fact that Noah made it to his 5th birthday last week.

I confess I patted myself on the back by drinking a bottle of Champagne, amazed with the sheer fact that I have made it this far without major disaster.

Which I’m pretty sure is imminent.

So, happy birthday kiddo. I love you a whole shit load, and I know for a fact I should say it to you more often, but I guess that’s what comes with being a bit of a crap mom. But you already know it though, right? I think the very fact that, one of the biggest presents you wanted for your birthday, was a cake with a picture of your family on it (which I didn’t get to do, and even though you said it’s ok if it doesn’t work because at least I tried {I did try}, you made things even better by saying it was ok because I could just take a photo of the 4 of us anyway, and you could have it from my polaroid and keep it with you).

I did that for you, but I hope you don’t mind that I put it in a tiny little frame for you, because then you can keep it on the unit downstairs and see it all the time. And that’s cool too, because it’s right next to your favourite place to play.

I hope you had an ace birthday; opening presents at home, lunch at Grandma and Granddad’s house, and then the Sea Life Centre the next day (you asked to go to an aquarium, and Daddy and I were over the MOON because we’d already planned the day out when you asked to go).

I love you, Noah. x

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Filed Under: actual happy times, AWESOMENESS, birthday, Clickem to Biggem, clickum to biggum, Noah, photos

In Which Marianne Asks Me Questions About Weddings, And I Say Tits and Bacon

December 3, 2012 By 8 Comments

I’m not sure if this counts as pimping; it probably does but I just wanted to put this here for my own reminder of how much I love my job.

As a wedding photographer, I’m forever trying to improve my business (even though I’m RUBBISH at the business side of things), and one of the things I want to do is talk to my brides more. So when one of my 2013 brides, Marianne Whooley of Maris World, asked if we could do a Google Hangout, I was all “HELL YEAH!!! LET’S ROCK THIS SHIT!!” as it sounded like the most exciting thing EVER.

She wanted to ask me a ton of questions about wedding photography, how it will work, what I do and loads more, and I just wanted to babble at her and be excited for her wedding in March. (For the record, currently STUPIDLY excited. I have even more kick ass weddings lined up next year, and hers is one of them.)

Sooooo she tracked me down, dragged me off twitter, and made me ramble into a camera for a little bit. It was BRILLIANT. I’d like to do this again soon please and thank you.

Filed Under: AWESOMENESS, Conversations, JMP, Vlogging

The Day The Smalls Took On London Town

September 10, 2012 By 4 Comments

I don’t have much in the way of words at the moment, I think much of it is the same old whiny depression shit, which I’m dealing with, badly, but y’know, you just keep going.

However, in the midst of all the crap, The Mr and I took The Smalls to London. Started in a hideous, tiny, pokey little hotel, which quite literally served as our dumping ground and somewhere to attempt to sleep. The Smalls didn’t care, WE WERE IN LONDON!!!

It was only 2 days, but wow, it was brilliant. I mean, I’ve been to London a million times; I have family down there, I’ve shot weddings there, I’ve been to meetings and conferences there, but with The Smalls and The Mr, it was great. They were great.

Day 1: Ass-crack of dawn, travelled on the train, hotel, walk through Hyde Park, lunch at Wagamama in Kensington, underground to Buckingham Palace, walk across Westminster, 3pm Big Ben chimes, London Eye, Tower Bridge, dinner in Strada (where they were the most well-behaved, ridiculously exhausted kids I had ever seen), M&S for some sneaky vino/beer, pass out.

Day 2: Walk to Pret-a-Manger (for a decent healthy start of a bacon and egg roll, porridge and fruit), tube to Natural History Museum (since when did that place become a furnace?) back and forth to collect luggage from hotel, Euston, dinner from M&S (seriously, so easy to make an easy tea of chicken wraps and salad and fruit juice and muffins) train home, pass out.

Absolutely can’t wait to do it again.

Filed Under: actual happy times, AWESOMENESS, D, family, Isaac, Noah, parenting, photos, pictures, Travel

So then he hit a milestone and I leapt in the middle of the road.

August 17, 2012 By 1 Comment

So, yeah.

Noah figured out how to ride his bike without stabilsers.

This is within 5 minutes of the stabilisers coming off, and within 30 minutes he’d figured out turning, starting, stopping, curbs and only fell over once.

Proud? OF COURSE I AM.

Filed Under: actual happy times, AWESOMENESS, Noah
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