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Category Archives: Photog Love

The Right One?

Oh, this is gonna be hard. It was hard enough breaking it down to the Top 10, luckily you voted the Top Three. Three?View full post »

It’s 10:10 pm and Joe will not even go to bed. He is in Garage Sale mode. He and Gabe have a plan they are gonnaView full post »

Thinking….thinking

It’s like a swarm of gorgeous girls here. A few more cuts and a few more envelopes and we are almost there!View full post »

I’M JUST SAYING…

I really have no clue, and from the sounds of it neither do you. You had some pretty good ideas though. And I think MimiView full post »

Another good day on the horizon. Two days in a row, now that is a pretty cool thing. Seven more days till Spring BreakView full post »

A Bunch of Fun

No excuses. I just keep finding more stuff to put away and move. For real, I am never buying another thing again. Okay,View full post »

Room No. 4750 and 383

We are all sleeping together now. Yup, me, Joe, Gabe and David. Everything is moved but my bed. Everything is moved andView full post »

Shop my Stuff

Wow, have I been slacking or what? I told David the first thing I am doing this morning is blogging. I lied. I shoveledView full post »

What’s on your list?

I was so lucky last night. I was uploading pictures and realized I was missing one or 2 things. And there sitting in myView full post »

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  • I wish I had a great story, but I really don't. It is quite simple actually; one day a friend of mine said I should make clothing so I did.

    I wish I could say I started because I could not find any cute clothes for my kids, but surely that is not a problem. I wish I could say I am a "designer", but I pretty much just consider myself a girl who can't stop her brain from spinning.

    The one thing I do not have to wish for is a great family and group of friends. These guys are what makes Matilda Jane rock. They are loyal and well-loved. They are also very patient for putting up with me and the ventures I pursue, sometimes on a whim. Oh, I do love them all.