I did a very brief maternity session yesterday. As predictable, I am hopeless with poses, so I looked at my phone constantly. Here is what I came up with though:
Jared says I will grow to resent being the free photographer around these parts. What I know is that I came home way not stressed at all about how these turned out, so when they turned out well I was just thrilled.
It does beg the question though: can I really do sessions with only Schneider-Kreuznach Cinelux projection lenses on my GFX 50sII?
Whatever the case, right now I do not regret selling the lenses I sold and I am very happy with my kit.
And it felt good to spend all of about 15-20 minutes doing a session and come up with these as the result.
Thanks so much to Kaitlyn and Jonathan for playing along with my experiment.
This session just makes me want to book more sessions. Reach out if you’re interested in something like this!
On Sunday evening, October 19, I threw in a load of laundry. I knew I’d be busy on dedicated laundry day, Monday the 20th, so I was trying to get ahead so my whole routine wouldn’t be blown to smithereens.
I was fooling myself. Not because the premise of the idea wasn’t good, but because Monday the 20th threw me into a whirlwind of emotions I can only tangentially talk about at the moment. Mostly self-destructive despair and self-loathing.
I think I actually did a load of laundry on the 20th, or I actually switched the laundry, early that morning.
And, maybe three loads of laundry have gotten done since then. Maybe four.
Monday is still laundry day. But, I am starting laundry day today, on Saturday, so that maybe laundry day will be done by Tuesday or early Wednesday– we have that much laundry. If I finish it on Monday, all the better but I am not holding my breath.
Dana K. White from A Slob Comes Clean was the first person who I listened to about laundry day. My aunt said years ago she tried to tell me once it would be easier to just have a laundry day when the boys were little, but I have no memory of that.
But, Dana says that a first laundry day, in no way, is likely to be only one day if you have an actual family you are doing laundry for.
And in my experience, she’s 100% right.
So, here I am, it’s 12:46 PM on Saturday November 8, 2025, and I am started Monday’s the 10th’s laundry day at 11:30 this morning.
Because I was doing pretty good before the 20th. And I feel pretty good this morning, aside from feeling like my routine is gone to crap.
And, this afternoon, there is a maternity session and it is exclusively a Cinelux lens maternity session. I am taking along the Minolta lens just in case I need it, but I don’t anticipate needing it. A former bride approached me about maternity photos several months ago, about the time I was shutting down the business and sold the bulk of my lenses, and I turned them down. But I reached out later and showed her some of the photos with the lenses and told her it wouldn’t be a typical session but that I was willing to do it for free if I could use these lenses and use them for my portfolio, and she agreed. So here we are, and it is a beautiful day with perfect weather, and I get to have a Cinelux session.
The idea was that if the photos turned out, I might decide to take on limited Cinelux sessions in the future.
I already used this lens once in a session, a few years ago now. I just chickened out and got complacent with my autofocus lenses.
I forgot to slow down and enjoy photography.
And, for the occasion, I downloaded again the UnScripted app, my posing Bible I used for so very long. I am very excited about the poses I found.
Eight years in, I no longer feel any shame whatsoever in the fact that coming up with natural poses on my own is no, in fact, natural for me.
But, I found the UnScripted app when it was first barely out of beta, brand new, years ago and it has served me very well. I paid for a lifetime membership around 2020 in fact, when it was dirt cheap– definitely not what it is now. It was probably 1/5 of what it is now — at $499– or else I wouldn’t have paid for it at all.
Looking back on this week: there were nerves about the potential health scare. There was leftover fallout from meeting with someone I shouldn’t have on October 20. There was fallout from having told that person exactly what I think of them in writing since apparently I am incapable of doing so to their face though at least I can, indeed, face them. But, also: the time change hit me really, really hard, really, really suddenly.
I do not do well with limited daylight hours. Which is why I use a light therapy lamp to begin with.
The plastic-on-the-windows project is done. At least done enough, for now.
Not really to my satisfaction really, but there’s nothing to be done about it.
Liam’s windows still have shades on them (with sheers over the top just for my own edification really) because his window is the only one really on ground level.
To put plastic on Liam’s windows would mean I would have to cover the shades (the plastic goes on the window frame), which means Liam wouldn’t be able to peek behind them to see who was in the driveway, or if there was a weird noise outside.
Liam prefers to keep relying on his space heater when it gets really cold.
And Oliver just straight up doesn’t want plastic on his windows.
And the dining room windows are complicated because the sheers are held on by a tension rod between the tops of the frames. So I couldn’t go to the top of the frame with the plastic.
Porter’s room is a maybe later. But his room is in the middle of house and it’s typically the hottest room in the house anyway naturally.
And the kitchen is also a maybe, though that room doesn’t really get cold.
And so: the plastic is on the double doors in the living room, and the windows in our bedroom.
Our bedroom is the coldest room in the house. Our room is above the almost-walk-in crawlspace/basement and I’ve been thinking about going to get some more roll insulation to put in the ceiling of the crawlspace/basement, between the joists. It’s a thought, though I haven’t talked to Jared about it yet.
At the very least, the styrofoam tubing I shoved in the wider, disjointed gaps at the base of both double doors in the living room, along with the plastic sweeeps we put to block the air last winter, will help, in addition to the plastic on the window portions of the double doors. That was the biggest insulation worry, since I removed the heavy blackout drapes.
The goal really wasn’t to bring our energy bills down from what they already are. The goal was to prevent them from skyrocketing despite the very necessary aesthetic changes made to the windows in the house, for my mental health.
If anybody is interested in the plastic I bought, you can find it here.
It was the cheapest plastics solution I could find, though admittedly I dealt with an awful lot of waste. But the tape, despite the reviews, seem decent enough. And the hair dryer trick (waving the hair dryer briefly over the edges covering the tape) really does shrink wrap the plastic to the frame .
And one thing I really was not prepared for was the mishaps: The first window I did, I didn’t know that I should keep the hair dryer to the edges by the tape, and I melted two holes that had to be patched. And the patching, while functional, takes away from the aesthetic. I really need to redo that window.
Similarly, I hadn’t counted on the dogs seeing cats through the sheers outside and going berzerk. Trixie punched a hole in the bottom of the plastic in one of the doors in the living room, that had to be patched.
So I draft this from a small Winship Emory Midtown waiting room. I have my coffee from home, my phone, a white robe that has no tie at the waist like it should, and a bag with my tops inside. Jared is waiting in the main lobby. The diagnostic mammogram is done.
But at the end… The tech told me she was going to give me validation for my parking.
I do not know what that meant…. but it does not bode good things.
I have delivered two children at Emory Midtown — I have probably been here over 50 times in the last 18 years — and they never validated my parking before.
I know the ultrasound was an optional follow-up and the tech made out like I’d be having the ultrasound but then she backtracked and said it was pending the doctor looking at the images…
And now, wistfully, I wait.
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And the tech came back for me. We repeated the images, for “spot checks,” on the concerning side.
I am pretty sure I know what is coming.
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I sit and wait. At least six people have come and gone back and left. I texted with Jared a little, telling him I was sure I have breast cancer. Jared says to wait and see what the doctor says.
I waited over a month for this diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound. I panicked when the date was so far out and scheduled one at Tanner for October 15, but I ended up having a late-scheduled tele-health appointment with my endocrinologist on the 15th and had to cancel the Tanner appointment.
It meant waiting, but honestly if I have to deal with medical complications I am grateful to be dealing with Emory, not Tanner.
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The wait on the ultrasound table for the radiologist, after the tech did the ultrasound, was the longest ever.
Turns out, I am fine. No breast cancer, no problems under my arm at all. They were very thorough. The radiologist herself came in to explain the mammogram was clear, the ultrasound was clear.
I probably have a fungal rash (I have been telling Jared since my appointment last week that it is probably ringworm) like the dermatologist thought it might be. The spot is fading with the creams she gave me. I didn’t tell them that this morning though.
I still have zero idea why they validated my parking, though. Or why they repeated the mammogram on the concerning spots. At all. Oh well.
