It’s not every day that you get to host a Queen’s Tea… but this is Hot Tomato Portrait Studio, where the extraordinary becomes possible. Bring out the vintage linens!
This story starts back in November of last year with a client named Julia. Always full of energy, Julia fast became one of our favorites. “This is the most fun I’ve had in years!” she’d exclaimed during her third wardrobe change. When she later asked if we could host a very special Sweet 16 party for her daughter, Aven, we were delighted to accept and knew it was a perfect fit for our family brand, Roberts Family Photography.
Finding new ways to celebrate milestones all throughout women’s lives is kind of our thing. <wink>Read More
No matter the season, when I go for a fill-up, it is pouring the rain or unreasonably windy or $20 a gallon or apocalyptically busy. Also, I almost ALWAYS only have cash. Right. You know..One can’t just pump their gas anymore and then pay in the little store. Nope. You have to PRE-PAY. So, now I am forced to play a little guessing game.
“Let’s see, the last time I filled up, I had 3 gas bars remaining and it was $22.76.Today I have (I lean and squint) one, two, three, four? or is that 5?” I begin again. “Only four” I declare out loud to no one.
So, the next step is to search my memory for the approximate price that gasoline was the last time I was forced to do this disagreeable task. Long passed are the days when gas would waver only a couple of pennies over a year. Now, gas might have been $1.29 last week and $2.39 this week. Math was never a strong subject for me. Then, I have to try and recall whether I got plus or premium last and if I had any rewards points. “Oh, it’s no use! I’ll just put uummm THIRTY in.” There. At least a decision has been made. I grab my twenty and a crumpled ten and travel out into the inclement weather and into the over-lit “convenience” store.Read More
But damn if anyone gives two hoots that you managed, in a single, insignificant motion, to firmly embed a microscopic bit of plunger handle into the side of your middle finger while trying to sink oversized golden retriever excrement into the toilet without flooding the bathroom! Nope. Zero hoots.Read More