Just by looking out the window you’d think we were still in the middle of winter, but as of March 20th, It’s officially Spring!
Here is part one of my time with Dariane. See part two here. We were all rather excited that it snowed a little bit for us, but it was cold. Dariane sure was a trooper! And loooooovely! Last month I found a perfect pale peach gown at my favorite antique store, for $1.50… however, it had a very low cut detailed lace top, and wasn’t the look I wanted. So I did a bit of upcyling and cut the top portion of the dress off for a later use, then added an tiny elastic band to the new waist. This made a perfectly silky- flowing skirt. We added a lace top from forever 21 and vuala. I like snowy sessions, don’t you?!
This is the latter portion of my shoot with Dariane. The snow flurried sky was becoming dark quickly so we took to the field behind my parents with haste. I love the images we had captured for having such little time. Of course it always helps when your subject has such a pretty smile and gorgeous blue eyes. I’ll be sharing the first part of the shoot next week.
Today I was preparing to ship a cd of images out and had to capture another aspect of why I love my job. I think of it kind of like Christmas, and the experience of unwrapping a gift. You’ve invested in custom portraiture, and I believe every aspect of your experience should be delightful, and be a reflection of The Whimsy Tree! I love details!
We met on an unusually warm day at the beach in Chesterton. I had expected a rather empty beach, but instead found that many were out and about enjoying the sweet sunshine and mild air. Jill, a senior at LaCrosse, has to have one of the pretties smiles I’ve had the pleasure of seeing. Right off the bat I could tell she’s one of those happy-go-lucky girls. A delight to work with! The subtle colors of sunset appeared over the glasslike water, and set the mood for the session. It was a day to rejoice in one last hurrah before winters blanket decended. I think that’s one good reason to spin about, don’t you?