Aug 19 2012


While fashion blogging isn’t generally my cup of tea, today I was quite pleased with my not-so-Courteney outfit .  Normally I’m a skirt/dresses kind of girl, and the only pants I had were my jeans.  I’ve been wanting a pair of high waisted wide-legged dress pants a la Katharine Hepburn, but it’s not as easy as one might think.

Yesterday I was passing the thrift store and took a quick run in to see what I could find.  I always look for pants there.  I never find anything.  However, this time I did happen to find the closest thing to my vision (They look tapered in the pictures, but they aren’t really.  They are, however, still not quite wide enough).

Along with my new glasses I feel pretty spiffy in this outfit.  I’m sure though there were some people looking at me today wondering why a young girl like me was wearing grandma pants, but hey, that’s totally fine.  I dig these pants.

I’m still hoping to make a pair of pants like the ones in the top right picture of Katharine, (if I can’t find a pair to buy) but finding the right pattern has been difficult as well.

Has anyone seen high-waisted pants in the stores?  I’m curious to know where to find them…if any.

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Aug 17 2012

campy camp

Let me just preface this blog with this statment:

I am not a pansy.

Contrary to what many people think, I do like camping.  I spent many summers camping with family and friends.  Yes, in a tent.  Yes, with outhouses.

This weekend Dave and I went camping for our holidays.  We were both very excited because we haven’t camped together for quite some time (well, other than the week that we spent in a tent in the mosquito infested jungle drilling a well in Bolivia…that doesn’t count for camping.  It counts as torture. Wait…I mean…”Yay! Well drilling!”) Anyway…the last time we camped was the second year of our marriage, and it was a great trip.  So obviously we were stoked to go again and make a tradition of it.  Some friends recommended a lake called “Ross Lake”.  It sounded super (and it was free) so we went.

As we pulled up we saw how pretty it was, and oohed and ahhed and talked about how fabulous this was going to be.

And then…

We got out of the car.

I’m not joking when I say that we were swarmed.  SWARMED. by mosquitoes.  I mean…it felt like we were back in South America. (except there was no fear of malaria or dengue fever mosquitoes)

I ran back into the car and told Dave that we were going home. (You may or may not know of my monumental fear of mosquitoes, brought on by our time in South America, as well as our time in Egypt.  I also swell up more than your average bear when bitten.  It’s gross.)  Dave, being the practical one (“We did not drive two hours out here just to go home.”) reassured me that it would be okay and we should set up camp.

So we did.

And then we sat in our tent.

The next morning we decided to drive to the nearest town and pick up some mosquito essentials.  A tent for around our picnic table.  More bug spray.  Citronella.

And then we sat in our tent around the picnic table.

It was seriously so bad that even being covered head to toe, and having bug spray wasn’t enough.  They were relentless.  Poor Minnie didn’t know what to do either.  That afternoon we decided to go for a bit of a drive to find the beach area of the lake, and possibly get away from the mosquitoes (we were told that they weren’t so bad in some places).  Then as we approached our car, I heard Dave let out a sigh and a “Ohh no…”

Flat tire.

This trip was not winning any points for being awesome.

Luckily Dave is a handy dude, and it was fixed in no time.  But still.

That night we stayed up late drinking cheap wine and smores, while I tried my hand at night photography. (be kind when you see my shots…I’m still trying to figure this all out).  And we decided that we would go home the next morning.

It was the best decision ever.  I can’t say I’ve ever been more happy to go home and shower (wash off the layers of bug spray) and sleep without the sound of a mosquito in my ear.


I was pretty stoked.  Can you tell?

Car games.

This bird tormented Minnie the first day.  We couldn’t chase it away.  It kept coming back and walking within inches of Minnies leash.

Dave forgot a long sleeved shirt and had to borrow my hoodie to keep away the mosquitoes.

Yeah! Mosquito nets!

Citronella.  Romantic.

Rockin’ our Mennonite Brethren conference mugs.

Angry pug is angry.

Swimming!  We later took Minnie in.  She was not a fan.

Waiting for the sun to go down.

Dave read dystopian sci-fi to Minnie.

Being a creeper.

The one shot of a shooting star that I got.  There were many, but I only managed to get this one.

Good night!  Sleep tight!  Don’t let the mosquitoes bite!


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Aug 8 2012

changing it up.

We’ve been busy over here at the Rodda household.  A lot of things have been going on. Minnie is now 4 months old, Dave’s ’76 Jensen Healey finally has it’s engine in the car (!) Bigsby…well…nothing ever changes with him… but the biggest thing that has happened is that I am now working 100% at home.  Last Tuesday was my last day at my old job.  It hasn’t completely sunk in yet that I’m fully self employed.  I keep trying to cram my work into the days that I normally had off…and then I realize: “Oh yeah.  I have all week for this.”

Dave and I are both very excited for this change, because it means I can put a lot more of my energy into promoting my photography business, something that, let’s face it, I have not done.  At all.  Hopefully this also means I can blog more. :S  Which I’d like very much.

PS: I’ve been taking so many pictures of my pets that they deserve their own site.  I know, I know.  Crazy critter lady strikes again.  Go check out their tumblr blog here: Miss Minnie + Mr. Big

PPS: Dave says I should just become a pet photographer.  Are there actually other people in the world that are as crazy as I am and would pay for pictures of their animal?


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