Noir Photoshoot Volume II

Noir Photoshoot

TURN UP. MAFIA.

(No alcohol or tobacco was consumed during the taking of these photos, zero betting happened, Dillon was not hurt or questioned while tied up to a chair, Jason couldn’t stop laughing, and I felt like a high photographer because my Nyquil hadn’t quite worn off from the night before.)

When you can’t fall back to sleep.

It’s one of those mornings. You wake up and no matter how badly you want to fall back asleep, you can’t. This morning I laid there for an hour thinking of how I wanted to rearrange our food pantry in our next apartment. I thought about how dejected and discouraged I was last night at the gym because of how poorly I have let myself view my own body lately. How obsessed and selfish I’ve been with money lately. And how I sometimes feel as if I’m not the kind of Hall Director that can be a friend AND a respected leader. Then I surrendered these fears to God. Feeling at the end of my rope. Worn out. I thought about how I miss California, college, and being forced to read good books. I thought of different ways to design the next set of pillows I make, visually planning out every seam, cut, and button. I thought of what my dream house/job/wardrobe might look like. I thought of how I’m probably too addicted to my iphone. I thought about how loving and understanding Brett was last night when I confessed some of my latest fears to him. And how his sweetest response was praying for me. I thought about the fact that children died yesterday and parents are grieving. I thought about jumping in the car to make a donut run, but I didn’t feel like throwing on clothes… so I didn’t. I thought about how thankful I am that there’s something called Memorial Day and I don’t have to work. And then I stitched this picture together. Grateful to have sifted through my thoughts.