he journey to get to the Loom house last week on Whidbey Island included slipping across dark water, driving through golden fields interspersed with tall evergreen trees, and finally arriving on a beach full of smooth driftwood. Through it all, we were surrounded by purple hills that faded into layers in the background of the Sound. It was the kind of place built to focus your thoughts on the natural world and forget--if even for a few days--the thoughts that build up in your mind like a dam and keep you from living.Read More
When my sister was really young, she used to tell us stories about her friends at school that would drag on and on. She was adorable, but I remember watching her talk and think, “okay, what am I supposed to be listening for right now?” I know, it’s so rude of me to think that. And I know I tell stories plenty of times where my husband looks at me like, “okay, what was the point of that again?” So I get that it can be rough to stay focused and to set up a story well.
The same thing can happen with photos.Read More
When my sister was doing volunteer work in Argentina for a year and a half, she got lice. Twice. And she has the bushiest, hermione-est hair you can imagine. Beautiful, curly, thick. She cried when she had to comb through that head and get all of the eggs out. And then she cried again the second time.Read More
I was standing in a tiny shop in Jerusalem on one of my last days there, surveying the hand-painted pottery on the shelves. I didn’t have gifts for two of my sisters yet so I wanted to get something for them, but I also only had about $300 left in my bank account and no one took credit cards.
I looked each piece over, stood back, carried a few things around with me, put them back, found the same pieces in different patterns, snuck looks at the dinner plates on the wall, and made my own pile, and the behavior continued.Read More
I kept apologizing to my professor when I was working on my novel for my masters in creative writing.
You know, because my writing sort of sucked compared to his and he was trying to write his own novel too.
But all the same, I would send him crappy drafts of chapters of my novel and he would comb through, suggest clearer ways to phrase things, challenge my character development, and ask questions.
I would sit in his brightly lit office and I was always so surprised that the questions in my story were actually getting at stuff that was profound than I was giving it credit for.Read More
I'm going to give you my exact process and guide for how I choose props I use in my weddings and editorials. So I can go into more depth, I'll be talking specifically about how I choose table vessels, but the same principles can be applied to every styling choice you make.Read More
If you didn't know already, I'm a nosey person. When I was studying creative writing I felt like I was given free license to be as nosey as I wanted as long as I could get really good stories. After a while, one of the side-effects of being nosey was that I started to feel like I was entitled to other peoples' stories. Let's be honest, I still feel like that...Read More
In this blog post, I’m going to talk about the single most important part of the entire wedding-planning process that pretty much everyone skips because they jump straight into colors, venues, spreadsheets, Pinterest boards, and checklists. It’s really tempting to jump into those because it feels like if you can just put everything in order, find everything you like, if you can just have every address, order everything in the right colors, fill every empty box in the spreadsheet, check off every to-do, that your wedding will come together exactly how you want it to.
But...It won’t.Read More
Figuring out how to have a guest-centered wedding can either get lost in the to-do list, or in the assumption that the to-do list will take care of the guests' needs.
But thinking through these 3 simple ideas will allow your guests to feel loved, well-taken care of, full of food, and inspired about life, love, and relationships.Read More
While Emilie Szabo stood above me, snapping photos of Loren writing with her dye-and-ink-covered hands, and we laughed about how often Loren actually does write to-do lists like this, and as I grabbed a few more grapes from the leftovers of our charcuterie spread, Loren looked over her shoulder and asked,
“Emma, do you ever feel conflicted about styling? Like you’re not always telling the truth?”