Thursday, March 29, 2018

Back At It


It has been roughly just over two months since my shoulder surgery and I finally had the ability to start driving again. We decided to not stray too far yet but still wanted to go on a little outdoor excursion with Rain so we headed to Georgetown for the day. Unfortunately the roads up to Guanella Pass were closed for the season because of snow, it was in the 60's and the weather was beautiful over looking the town below. My recovery truly has been rocky, some days are good and others just as bad, but it will take time making incremental steps toward a pain free recovery. It's fun taking this fur ball with us almost everywhere we go, people are almost in disbelief when seeing her in the car or poking her head out the window when driving, especially being in a state so heavily dog friendly. I'm glad to be able to lift a camera again and get back to a routine of exploration with my girls, it hasn't been the most positive recovery mentally so getting back in the groove is a nice boost. I find people don't care to speak about when they are down, only when they are high up as though it shows this vulnerability or weakness to those around them or in this case reading about. Although I beg to differ the cultural norm, when I'm at my lowest I always seem to crawl to a much better mental state especially having the support of Angie and this little one who became our proxy child. It has been great collaborating with so many brands, but the clothing is just a cloak upon which sparks creative avenues for us to work on trying to not only make a name for ourselves but brand a business of "Two Sayers". Except, in the scheme of it all, it's just fucking clothes - there is so much going on in the world and in our personal lives, except it allows us to navigate through all of that to create art together, which at the end of the day transcends to make beauty. I've been taking time writing again, as I have since I was ten, recording music once more and just taking time creatively for myself aside from photography. The energy I want to put out there is for me, and sharing it has never been easy, not because of the idea of what those around me think - but myself not wanting to share all of me. In fact I don't think people deserve to truly know too much about who I am, I have this resistance to letting people in too close and I stay guarded because let us rememeber, it's the internet. I appreciate all the support from those who continue to follow and want to see who we are truly, just two thirty something year olds who have been married since twenty years old. Over these past few years of being in Colorado, there has been so many trials and tribulations leaving the east coast only to get where I am now family wise, career goals, and most importantly planning our next move towards the future. Thank you to those who have shown us support, many of whom continue to not only follow us on social media but diligently read our posts. Much love.

- Matt


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Thursday, March 22, 2018

Us by loveanndsuch


A couple of weeks ago we had the pleasure of meeting Brittany Phillips for a couples photo shoot in Boulder. Brittany is an amazing photographer originally from California now living in Oklahoma and she reached out via Instagram and wanted to shoot a couple while visiting Colorado. I'm glad we met up because Matt and I don't really get the opportunity to get photographed together and we're so happy with the results. We took Rain along with us that day and she even got a cute photo of her on our way up to Flagstaff Mountain. You can check out her work on Instagram @loveanndsuch 


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Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Home Is Where The Cat Is



We received some great UO Home pieces to furnish our place and decided to play around with our living room again.


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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

CHERRY BOMB



For the past three years I've been growing my natural hair out, it has been a long journey. Being the daughter of a hair stylist, my whole life hair has been a big part of me and who I am. I grew up watching my mother do hair for many years and to me it has always been a form of art. It was one of her many talents and she was the greatest I've seen at it. Ever since I was little I just remember wanting to be like my mom, she always had the most gorgeous hair and I just have this memory of me always thinking I couldn't wait to be an adult to start doing things to my own hair just like she always did. Even though I grew up with a mother as a hair stylist I wasn't allowed to dye my hair until I was sixteen years old - care to guess what the first thing I ever did to my hair was?...Yep, it was highlights! I've mentioned this before in another post but I grew up in the 90's (yeah I'm old-ish) so of course I had to have highlights done. My mom always did everything to my hair and we both loved doing it together, that was our thing. She'd bring me to work with her sometimes when I was on vacation and I would just sit there watching her work magic on other people and during Christmas time she would have lines of people out the door of her studio to get their hair done by her. After I started experimenting with my hair during my teen years I couldn't stop, I would constantly change color and style until one day I just got tired of it and decided to give it a break. In the back of my mind I remembered what my mother always used to tell me right when I started messing with my hair, she'd always say "Don't dye your hair until you absolutely need to", well mom, I kind of need to now. After taking that well deserve break from frying my hair with bleach I felt a change was needed, also started having some pesky greys coming in so thought it was the right time to change it. I'll always be grateful for the little things she imparted in me, as for some people it may be silly, but every time I do my hair or just stare at it I get the feeling she's always there with me. Every time I get dressed or put on makeup I feel like in a way I'm staring at a version of my mother and I get the sense she's all around me in everything that I do because without her there would be no me.



 My mom and I, October 6th 2004.



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