After my awesome finger slice in the kitchen last week, my dearest hubby surprised me with a gift from Amazon. I feel soooooo legit. The back of the tag has a big caution warning: "This glove is cut resistant and not cut proof." So basically it's just...
(I’m writing a short series on the blog about a week in the life of The Youngrens. This is the fourth installment – read the entire series here.) Because we specialize in weddings, our weekends are reserved for those special events, so we don’t schedule any other...
I'm in the process of learning how to cook. Like how to really cook with technique and stuff, because I'm a five-foot-nine gangly klutz with a brain full of hot air when I'm in the kitchen. I've dropped, burned, cut, dried out, over cooked, undercooked, and over...
I used to be SO PROUD of my flip-flop tan lines on my feet - two white lines cutting through my super dark feet from wearing my Rainbow sandals everyday in the California heat. Those tans lines are the mark of a true San Diegan - always in the sun, never with...
You know how they say you shouldn’t cry over spilled milk? What about spilled salt? ‘Cuz I definitely did. On New Year’s Eve of 2009, I won the cutest salt and pepper shakers from Anthropologie at a bridal shower for one of our brides. At the time, I didn't have...
A month after I quit my corporate day job back in 2008 to work on our photography business full-time, Jeff and I moved to a fairly well-off, middle class suburb. I was ECSTATIC to be working from home after years of working in a corporate office all day and editing...
I'm a little forgetful. Ok, a LOT forgetful. But only when it comes to sweets. And when I say 'sweets', I mean when Jeff says really sweet things about me. One day he'll tell me that he thinks I'm a wonderful writer and go on and on and on about my entertaining...
“Over the years, I have come to realize that the greatest trap in our life is not success, popularity, or power, but self-rejection. Success, popularity, and power can indeed present a great temptation, but their seductive quality often comes from the way they are...
Jeff and I were walking past Union Square in San Francisco the other day and I was checking my Instagram feed only to see a photo of our past bride and groom, Lizzy and Ipp, flying off to Manhattan to live for two months. I blurted out, “I wish we could live in New...
STOP THE PRESSES. I posted my first photo on Instagram on December 16, 2010. And I just found out that Jeff posted his first Instagram on December 3o, 2010. I'm must document this moment, because this just may be the first time EVER that I've seen, adopted, posted,...
Jeff and I are in San Francisco for two weeks. Why? To dream. Well, and to work our butts off. We're not shooting much in the next few months, so we're taking two weeks during our wedding off-season (January to March) to work on those projects that have taken a...
(I’m writing a short series on the blog about a week in the life of The Youngrens. This is the fourth installment – read the entire series here.) While most folks are shouting TGIF from the rooftops at the end of the week, for most of the year Jeff and I usually...
