We shot seven episodes of Childstyle in the last week and a half including these four (BEYOND incredible) spaces:
It's been awesome but totally crazy, the perfect combination of fun and insane. Tomorrow's our last day of shoots (until October) and I'm going to miss the crew terribly. We've all become super close friends and I attach myself rather fiercely to adults these days. But it's also been very burn-the-candle-at-both-end(ish) up in here. Eight shoots in thirteen days and I am a dead person. Sick and dead. Sick and dead and newly inspired to get moving on Archer and Fable's bedroom design.
Archer started school last week. Second grade. Second grade! I still remember my first day of second grade. Specifically the boy I fell crazy in love with and spent the next four years pining after. There were also friends, of course, and my teacher Mr. Reynolds who I have kept in touch with over the years, but mainly I can't shake the notion that Archer is the age I was when I met Mike. Oh, Mike. Mike with his stained Padres cap and long flowing locks. Mike with his sea blue eyes and long flowing locks. And those locks! So flowing!
Anyway. I don't know why I chose to write about Mike right now. I wasn't even going to write anything tonight and now I feel all nostalgic for all the Mikes of Christmas past and future... for my former second grade self and my seven year old manchild who will someday have a first love all his own. Flowing locks? Time will tell.
In the meantime, here is a video of Revi playing peek-a-Bo.
And a photo of my happy place:
Monday Tuesday, everyone.)