Hi! I’m Erin. I’m a small-town girl with a sweet eight-month-old baby girl and a husband who spoils me by letting me be a stay-at-home mama. I’m an English teacher by trade and a blogger, aspiring photographer and eater of way too much ice cream by…whatever the opposite of “trade” is. Baby girl and I typically spend our days reenacting scenes from Enchanted and frolicking in grassy knolls like this:
Okay, so there might sometimes be avocado down my shirt, and she might sometimes be eating cat fur, and we (or at least those among us that have hair) might not brush our hair. And we might not actually ever pretend to be from Enchanted, mainly because we can’t agree on who has to be Prince Edward.
Sometimes I have to brush my hair, though, like on those totally run-of-the-mill days when Better Homes & Gardens sends a camera crew and stylist to my house to take pictures of my daughter’s nursery.
Kristine the wonderfully down-to-earth stylist also made me wear lipstick. I don’t even own lipstick. Magazine people these days, you know? Expecting you to, like, look like you aren’t the bride of Frankenstein and stuff. The nerve. ;)
I know you’re dying to hear more about my cosmetic unfitness for being in this publication, but let me distract you from my weirdness by instead telling you what inspired the raindrops that landed us an email from Kit Selzer at BHG. The short answer: my aging stash of Oracal adhesive vinyl was threatening an uprising of Katniss caliber if it had to sit and stare at my equally abandoned collection of scrapbook paper for ONE MORE SECOND. So after fiddling around a bit in Photoshop to see which colors I wanted to use and get an arrangement I liked, I enlisted my Cricut to cut out the raindrops…and the rest, as someone in history once said, was history: my daughter had 187 raindrops falling on her sweet little head later that day.
You wouldn’t think of raindrops as being cheery, but these are absolutely the exception. I see them and feel all warm and fuzzy. (Or maybe that feeling is just yesterday’s avocado creeping across my navel?)
Either way, I love how those colorful raindrops brighten up her wall and just make the whole space not take itself too seriously. Perfect for a little girl who makes faces like this.
A face that could only be loved by a mother who doesn’t brush her hair, am I right? :)
To read more about the nursery, the day of the photo shoot, and the antics of our everyday life (like the time a herd of gazelle ambushed our wall-to-wall carpet), I’d love for you to come visit us at my blog, His & Hers. You don’t even have to brush your hair or wear lipstick! Promise.