Sometimes the most interesting women walk into my world and my Marietta, Ohio boudoir studio. This session was one of those days. This was less of a boudoir session and more of a personal branding session or as we like to call it – A Black Label Session. Early this Spring we invited several local Read More
“Stella, I’m 37. What a completely lame age to be.” I said out loud to my golden retriever this morning as I slurped shrimp-flavored ramen for breakfast at 11:15am.
I stayed up really late last night migrating images from my personal Instagram with the business name to a business Instagram with the business name per the instruction of my cousin slash best friend slash marketing consultant, Rachel Hyde. She thinks my personal life is too tied up in the business and it’s difficult for first-time clients to navigate the social media platforms. She’s right.
So, to completely defy all reason, I have decided to use this particular platform to … tell a completely hypothetical story about something that could happen to anyone (it’s totally about me.)
A stand-out, sure fire way to tell that you’re plummeting into the depths of mid-life crisis is looking in the mirror to find that the head of hair that frames your face is grey. NOT the natural kind that you get from living a pure and decent life but a grey that started out grey but was covered up with brown followed by a more striking black, stripped down to a ginger color, tortured into an ashish blond, covered in royal purple, faded to a yellowish lavender, bleached of all remaining dignity and strength, tapped, foiled and woven into a frenzy, coaxed back into a periwinkle color and finally DYED grey for the low, low price of roughly $1,300. THAT is when you re-evaluate your beauty standards. And your life. Read More
What if you could come just to the studio for your session… as you are? Sleep in that day. After a long shower, the kind where you just stand there in no particular hurry and let the water just run all over you. Drain the hot water tank until you are in a thick cloud Read More
Can they ALL be my favorite session? For serious. Look at these. This Mama knows how to rock a bump, now. Week 38 didn’t exactly look the same on me if memory serves. “Fierce” isn’t just a sexy buzz word I’m putting in here either, I’ve seen this mama bear with her THREE other Read More
A little black book will have a BIG impact. Hot Tomato loves to tell a story with images. Flip through this fiery selection and see if you can guess the plot twist! Fill out our Contact Form and we will get you booked right away. Read More
THE DEAL-12/6/16 5-8pm only: Hot Tomato dollar amount gift certificates up to $500 Big Spender Special- Free Big O session ($395 value) with package purchase of $1299 or more. TO DO: My next 48 hours are not too shabby, folks. Pack sun dresses, bikinis and passport into a carry-on Shop for top shelf Read More
A guide to Speakeasy Sparkle Party Night We are ONE WEEK away, Ladies! So, this is for my last minute gals. We carry a torch for you too. Worry not 😉 First things first. Before they are all gone, get your ticket already! What do I wear??– No time to order? No problem! Loose fitting Read More
My mother always grew Morning Glories around my childhood home. In my fast paced childhood, I can remember thinking “When I’m older and have nothing else to do, I’m gonna sit and watch those vines reach out and grab the next link in the fence.” How do they know where to go? Do they look Read More
“Stay Tuned” was how I ended my last post. The next day my sister overdosed on heroin.
Mom held her as she seized in the ER. Dad paced the hall with his hand fixed over his mouth. I made phone calls. Our work, political agenda, domestic duties, holiday preparations, social obligations and personal priorities were checked at the hospital doors. Read More
I want the same thing for myself as I want for my vegetables…To grow strong and colorful, to nourish those that care for me, to leave behind quality seed and to die as organic compost”
I wrote that note on Facebook soon after I opened my account in 2009. Hot Tomato wasn’t a twinkle in my eye or even ink on my skin yet. I homeschooled. I gardened. I hung herbs around my kitchen. I watched my little girls chase butterflies and build fairy houses.
Facebook recently asked me if I’d like to update my bio. I read the current version and thought “Oh geez, how antiquated! Yes, I must update with something sassy that tells the world that I am a powerful Hot Tomato!” Then I read it again. Read More