Arrived.

We're here! It's just been so crazy that I haven't found the energy to blog. We finally made it all the way, covering over 2,700 miles cross country. We towed the Jetta the entire time other than the 76.0 miles I drove before it sputtered to the side of the road and seized up in the middle of a snowstorm in the flatlands of Kansas. It mysteriously DIED for 3 days and then came back to life Jesus style. Now we're in a tiny little town where we can walk anywhere in 10 minutes and giant trees grow out the center of the streets. The main (and by this I mean currently the only) destination of this place is Mountain High, southern cali's closest winter resort. So we're all set if we want to snowboard or ski, but if we want internet at our house, a pharmacy for prescriptions, movie theater, brewery, dog park, on and on, we won't be finding it here. It's super cute though in it's Wrightwood way, and I have a feeling that this town and it's 4,000 residents will quickly grow on me. We'll all know each other I'm sure.

We found a new house and we get to move in tomorrow. I can. not.wait. Tucker will have a huge fenced in yard and we'll have 2 bedrooms, new carpet, new paint, and a big finished open downstairs area that we'll somehow have to make into something very cool. Rave parties? Pool tournaments? Yoga studio? Lego competitions?

Since I can't get normal internet at our place (ports are full? I call bs verizon, and now hate you), my only internet time is at the coffee shop that has 3 tables and 7 chairs. I'll plan on getting some pictures up soon, I tried to google image the town and couldn't find much, go figure. I'll put this one up, it gives you the general idea. Ready to move here and become my neighbor?! I thought so.

Moving to California

So as some of you may already know, we're moving again. I should be packing boxes as we speak, but I've recently learned how to become a pro at procrastinating. On Monday we'll be in our vehicles, driving West to Wrightwood, California-- a tiny little town outside of LA up in the mountains. It seems like just a few months ago we were packed up in our pickup truck and basking in the excitement of driving from Arizona out to North Carolina. Now we've found ourselves with this season in our lives done, and this move ending up being the hardest for both of us. Alaska was expected, Oregon was bittersweet, Arizona had it's time, but North Carolina feels like it's going to be one of those heartwrenching goodbyes. Not just because of the scenery and culture, but the leaving two of our closest friends with the knowledge that a year like this may not happen again. Even though it was hard, exhausting, stressful, and full of 50+ hours of, it was really good.

So instead of facing reality and getting my shit done, I've been reminiscing as I slowly put my things into their appropriate cardboard boxes. Going through my bookcase, I came across all my old books that I've inherited from family. A lot of these were in the centerpieces of our wedding. I'm aware that I'm way too sentimental about useless objects, but the fact that these books have been in so many hands, then at that big log cabin lodge on our wedding day, and then are traveling along with us, is something that I find so romantic and absolutely love. This book is one of my favorites and is fraying and coming apart at the binding. It's called Love Songs of Childhood. How awesome is that?! Some things my husband may talk me into getting rid of (old gamecube system... I mean come on! I totally would have played Zelda again. One of these days.), but these books are never leaving. I hate packing and moving, hate it, and feel silly for having so many things, but some of them are just worth it to me. He should just be glad I don't have huge ass furniture I insist on lugging around everywhere. Just a couple oversized most-comforatable-on-earth couches my parents gave us... and an antique table that my Grandma grew up eating at... and two 20 pound night stands that we bought for our Alaskan lodge years ago... and a few other odds and ends. Not bad if you ask me.

Anyone have any tips for cross country moves? Like how to knock out a hyperactive 10 month old puppy with effective drugs? How to make the hours pass quickly in a pickup truck cab with said hyperactive puppy, one boy, and one girl... towing one Jetta? Anything special to see on the way to California taking the Northern route? How to make 2,447 miles seems like a skip and a jump instead of never-ending road to no mans land? To a town so small they don't even offer regular internet?! I have no idea what I'm moving to. It's all about the adventures though, right?

I'll be tweeting, picture snapping, and intermittently blogging our adventure. If you want to know if I'm surviving, send me periodic messages of moral support, or just want to laugh at our misfortune of having to drive 10 hour days with a puppy in our lap, make sure to follow me on Twitter. I have to have somewhere to vent.

Wish us luck!!!

Ouray Mountain Wedding

Yes, yes, yes!!!! Sarah Neal has done it again, this time for my sister. Isn't she so freaking gorgeous?!

Phonograph Ring

My friend {Bird on a Wire} just sent this over to me. How much more romantic can it get?! My gosh. Read below.

Luke Jerram, familiar for his earlier works Glass Microbiology and Portrait-Projecting Ring, has now produced Talking Ring, which is essentially a silver Edison cylinder, cut and played back using custom equipment, recording a 20-second message of affection for his partner Shelina.


The Portrait Projecting Ring is pretty amazing too!

SO damn romantic.

{via craftzine}

Vintage Veil Goodness

As many of you know, I chose not to wear a veil. Unlike my sister, who rocked it last week at hers, I just didn't feel like myself at all in one. That doesn't mean I love them any less though, and when I saw this one my heart pitter-pattered in hopes that someday a bride will come to me, telling me all about her vintage goodness and ask me to shoot the wedding. I'm crossing my fingers she has a veil like this. And a venue like this.

via {Style Me Pretty} and {Corbin Gurkin Photography}

Ouray, Colorado Mountain Wedding

My sister is married! More details on my photography website here. Pictures to come soon from Sarah Neal!