It's very gloomy in my hometown. The kind of gloomy that makes you want to take eerie photos and eat soup. I feel like a little sunshine could turn everything around.
Have my fellow hobby photographers out there played around with fisheye lenses? Not always flattering for people, but it can make for some really unique landscapes...or super creepy stairwells.
There is something about the combination of the fisheye and black and white that I really, really love. Shooting these made me really miss shooting with black and white film, and hanging out in dark rooms.
I have been sick lately, so my time has been filled with becoming overly emotionally invested in mediocre independent movies on Netflix, tawdry television, and taking an egregious amount of naps. Therefore, I have nothing interesting to say. I am hoping that the pictures themselves will pass for interesting.
This is my go to song, whenever the weather takes a turn for the worst and I start to feel restless. I hope things turn around post-haste.
Day Job // Jeremy Messersmith
This dress is not the only thing in my life that went through a drastic change...
This week has been scary and exciting. I had my first week working as a seamstress. To be completely honest, I spent a majority of the time geeking out over the awesomeness of industrial sewing machines. I already feel like I am learning so much. I think it will really increase the quality of the things I make, which is outstanding. Plus, I am getting paid which is always good.
It's crazy to think that a year ago, my parents gave me a sewing machine for Christmas, and now I am completely in love with the craft, and looking to make a career doing it.
As soon as I saw this adorable horse print bedsheet, I knew that I had to make something out of it. Even though I could feel the girl behind me judging me for buying used sheets, I feel as though the end result was worth it. 
So, I had the weirdest dream the other night in which a doctor had to insert a huge tube full of cameras inside of me. He then showed me the pictures, and they looked nothing like me. When I explained to him that it wasn't me in those pictures, he replied, "Maybe you see yourself differently than you actually are."
Not to mention he was inserting this tube in the middle of a crowded hallway. I'm not one for new years resolutions, but waking up from this dream made me make a whole list of things I wanted to change about myself. Habits I want to break, and habits I want to begin. Should one dream really effect me this much? 
The bad news: I have been completely slacking on the blogesphere. I have let far too many projects go undocumented and it is sad and pathetic.
It's a wildly comfortable sweatshirt type material. I hate when people assume that just because I am wearing a dress, I must not be comfortable. Let's be real. Dresses are wildly comfortable. Especially this one. So comfortable, I made a hood for it...and then my roommates convinced me that it was far too weird.
What do you think? Are hooded dresses the best thing since sliced bread, or should I be content knowing I get to wander around town in a sweatshirt and have people think that I tried...
