I admit...I have no kids. Most photographers who photograph children talk about falling in love with their kiddos' little baby hands and little baby feet...I've only got cats.

Oh, it was a good weekend.  3 hours of strolling through the Manayunk Arts Festival, 3 hour nap, and a trip to see Wall-E.  Which you should go see.  Because you will fall in love with a robot, and that's an impressive thing for a filmmaker to make happen.

How does today feel?  A bit soft, a bit dreamy, and a bit mystified.  Like this image, actually.

The other day, MattMatt came home and was like, "You're gonna have to sit down for this..."  Fearing that someone had died (why is that always our first instinct when someone tells us to sit down?), I was like, "What?"  "Tim Russert died."

Seriously, folks, I said, "NO!  Noooo....no."  like my Grandma had just died.  Every Sunday morning, Matt comes dancing into the bedroom and wakes me up singing, humming, or skipping around to the Meet the Press theme.  If I'm up early, we make breakfast and time everything to be cleaned up by 10:30...to watch Meet the Press.  It's our happy little together, intellectual, laugh-at-Tim-Russert-because-he's-so-clearly-a-geek time. 

This Sunday, they had a special Meet the Press honoring Tim.  I thought I was being a weenie, because I cried.  A lot.  Quietly, because I was embarrassed...and when I look over at Matt, he's crying, too.  Big ol' crocodile tears.

I'll always heart you, Tim.

Yesterday was my 27th birthday.  It was a gorgeous day, so my friend Gwyn and I went shooting.  Abandoned houses and a Dunkin' Donuts break -- the perfect afternoon!

At today's networking event, you're asked to provide a 1-minute introduction to yourself and your business.  It went something like this:
Me: "Hi, I'm Kristen, the photographer behind Essential Imagery, and I provide custom, quirky on-location children's portraiture throughout Philadelphia and the Main Line."
Female across the table: "OH MY GOD, DO YOU DO WEDDINGS?"

Enough already, universe!

I leave The Today Show on while I'm getting ready in the morning...while brushing my teeth on this fine Thursday, Willard Scott was announcing the 100-year-old's birthdays.  And I SWEAR one lady said her secret to longevity was "sex appeal."   Not sex, but sex APPEAL.  Like, she's 99, and considers herself a hot tamale.  :)

Completely unrelated to the subject of portraits...there's Arbonne.  Over the past year, I have spent thousands of dollars (yes, THOUSANDS) on acne treatment with a dermatologist.  I still have acne.  I pretty much hate going to the dermatologist.  She will throw her hands up in despair and then prescribe antibiotics.  They will work.  I will go off of them.  My face will explode.  She will prescribe the 'latest' product.  It will utterly fail.  Then we repeat the cycle.

A lovely client of mine, Meredith, told me she was an Arbonne rep, and that she would be happy to drop off a sample because she thought she could help.  I met her enthusiasm with skepticism.  I tried the samples.  I placed my official first order today -- I'm a believer!  I wish I had taken a picture of my skin before and after...these products are like giving your face a big ol' hug.  Literally.  I have never, ever felt like my skin was applauding my skincare efforts.  We have a hate/hate relationship, my skin and I.  But I think Arbonne could change all that. 

If you're interested in a sample (and trust me, you are!) shoot Meredith an e-mail.