Hello my beautiful bride!

I have a serious question for you… How is your wedding shoe shopping going? Do you find a new pair of shoes that you absolutely love every three weeks? Are you going back in forth between a subtle, strappy nude, the classic, fun pump or that pair of Mexican embroidered wedges that you have been obsessing over since before you got engaged?! Do you change your mind five times a day? Have about 100 pinned photos and still can’t decide what will go best with your dress?

Trust me on this when I say, I understand completely! I personally love shoes. All shoes. I don’t discriminate. There hasn’t been a shoe I have seen and not loved. So, I get it, how do you decide?

Shoe shopping for your wedding can be insanely overwhelming, that is why, I have created a list of my YP Sharp shoe shopping rules to live by!

1. Research right away! Do not wait!

   So this is what you should do… even before you go wedding dress shopping, even before you pick out the flowers, jewelry and your something blue, create your Wedding Shoe Pinterest Inspiration Board. Look to see what is out there. Find the shoes and styles that speak to you the most and THEN go shopping for your dress. With all your favorite options pinned, it will be a heck of a lot easier to make a shoe-dress combo that is your match made in heaven!

2. Keep it Consistent

   Don’t get too adventurous for your big day!  I know sometimes are imaginations can run wild, especially when it comes toyour wedding plans, but keep your shoe choice consistent with who you are and what you are comfortable with on a normal bases. If you are a normally a 5-inch stiletto kinda gal, go for it. If you are never caught in anything besides sneakers or sandals, keep it simple and find a pair of gorgeous flats that will keep you moving and dancing all night long!

   

3. Your venue matters

   Always ensure that your shoe choice works well with the venue. Is your ceremony in a garden? on a beach? On a cobblestone pathway? Indoors? Outdoors? Is your reception taking place in the dead of winter or under the blazing sun? Keeping the place and time of year in mind will make you that much happier on your big day.

   

4. Wear them in

   Seriously though, your feet will thank you!

5. Make sure they make you feel like the princess that you are.

   It is your wedding day for crying out loud! You should feel like the beautiful, special princess that you are! Even though your wedding dress will probably hang all the way to the floor and therefore, hide your feet, your shoes will still be seen. Between the dancing, walking and the bustling your shoes will definitely grab your guests attention. So don’t just settle for a boring pair that you are fine with… make sure they make you feel like the incredible person that you are all day long!

   

6. The Sky is your Limit!

   This one is my favorite! Who says you need just one pair of wedding shoes!? For all those shoe lovers out there, I feel you. Choosing just one is like choosing just one chocolate out of the assortment box! How can you choose!  If you find two shoes that you absolutely adore, bring them both! One for the ceremony and one for the reception. It will make you that much happier : )

And there you have it ladies! Now go on, get on Pinterest, get inspired and find yourself the perfect style for your wedding!

xo,

Yael

Matzah Ball Soup.

Yes, that is right, Matzah Ball Soup will forever and always be my favorite comfort food.

Over the years, I have noticed that everything seems better after a big, steaming bowl of Matzah Ball Soup. I feel lighter, happier and relaxed each and every time. It is truly amazing. It can be in the middle of the summer,  100 degrees outside with the blazing sun beaming down or it can be in the dead of winter, -10 degrees with freezing rain falling from the sky. It has become my answer to just about any issue. From just a simple cold, to any kind of emotional exhaustion and all the way to the worst of mental blocks. No matter what is going on in my life, if I need a little push in the right direction, Matzah Ball Soup has always worked. It is truly magical.

What is so good about Matzah Ball Soup, you may ask?

Good question. I’ve thought about this long and hard. I mean seriously, how can one soup can consistently bring me this much peace and comfort.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that no matter what time of year it is,  Matzah Ball Soup is always an acceptable part of a Jewish meal.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that when I was growing up, we would gather around the table every Friday night over a nice bowl of soup, fluffy challah bread, and great conversation.

And maybe it has to do with the fact that Matzah Ball Soup has become such a big, yet subtle part of the Jewish Culture.  No matter what your Jewish affiliation is, where you live or how you vote, if you consider yourself Jewish, Matzah Ball Soup is a part of your life in one way or another. Jews of all generations, of all walks of life and of all situations have paused, sat down and enjoyed a big warm bowl of soup.  What better way to make you feel more relaxed than knowing you are not alone. You are connected to this huge network of people. You are one small (but important) part of this incredibly big and awesome world.

Whenever I am having a bad day and I need a little nudge; I make soup. It has become somewhat of a religious experience for me. Soup is no longer just soup but a friendly reminder that everything will be ok.  If I am sick, I will get better. If I am feeling anxious, things will get easier. If I am dealing with some sort of mental block, that too will pass.

With every ingredient I throw in, I feel the weight of my adversity lift off my shoulders. With every Matzah Ball I roll, I feel a calmness fall over me and with every twist of the wrist as I stir, I feel serenity set in. And then, when all is said and done, all that is left is a delicious bowl of soup.

Thank you, thank you, thank you… and a million more times, thank you!

I am so excited to announce that Yael Pachino Photography has received yet another incredible award, “WeddingWire’s Couples Choice Awards” and again, it is all because of you! Because of your love and your support. Because you continue to cheer me on and lift me up every single day. And because you were kind enough to share your YP experience with the WeddingWire, so thank you!

I am beyond touched by your words, your kindness and your hearts.  I couldn’t be doing what I love, with the people I admire and with the art that I obsess over, without all of you!

From the bottom of my heart, thank you to all the incredible people who have supported me throughout my journey as a person and as a wedding photographer! My dreams are coming true because of you.  I cherish every moment I spend with my amazing clients and my loving support system. So, thank you.

Cheers to all the amazing Ypbrides and Ypgrooms of 2018 and here’s to all my 2019 Ypweddings! I cannot wait for what is yet to come!

Thank you to each and every one of you!

“I don’t have shoes on and it’s freezing outside” one of the Rebecca’s Bridesmaid said as we walked over to the first-look.

“Do you want to go get some shoes?” I asked, concerned about her bare-feet…

“No!” she said, “I want to see this! I need to see this!”

And with that, the girl gang escorted Rebecca down the street to her first look. No complaining, not even a second thought. They just wanted to witness their beautiful bride see her handsome groom for the first time.

And that was just the way it was… all day : )

It was obvious from the minute I met Becca and Ben that they are deeply loved by everyone around them. Their wedding day was one for the books.  It was an incredible day to witness. The energy, love and excitement that was present in every moment of their wedding day at the Hilton, Philadelphia City Ave hotel made my heart smile on every level. The way the Wedding Party anticipated Becca and Ben’s every need assured me that they have one incredible chevra (group of friends).

Becca and Ben are the sweetest thing you can imagine and they fit together like milk and cookies. They just were meant to walk through life together hand in hand.  The way Becca and Ben smile at each other and the way they whisper back and forth to each other, makes me feel like they are in on this amazing secret, but it is only for the two of them.

Ben’s smile as he waited for Becca to tap him on the shoulder made my eyes water. The tears started falling down my face as soon as he turned around and saw his sweet, strong and stunning Becca. With the Wedding Party in the background cheering them on and the sun peaking through the clouds, it was the perfect moment.

Becca and Ben, you are two amazing individuals, your smiles light up the room, your laughter brings joy to everyone and your hearts are so full of love and kindness, you touch everyone around you. I wish for you to keep whispering to each other for the next 120 years! Your love is beautiful, don’t ever forget it!

All I can say is, WOW and thank you!!

What a year it has been! From the bottom of my heart, I could not be more touched and honored, so thank you!

I am excited to announce that Yael Pachino Photography won “The Knot Best of Weddings 2019” and I could not have done it without you guys. This is all because of you. Because of your support. Because of your encouragement. And because you were kind enough to share your YP experience with The Knot, so thank you.

Not only do your reviews earn YPP fun awards, but your words also help future brides! Testimonials speak louder than radio ads, Facebook boosts and even magazine spreads. 84% of people trust online reviews just as much as they trust their friends. That means that you have an impact on others. You have the chance to help future brides who are just like you find the perfect wedding vendors for them. So, thank you.

I am overwhelmed by the love I get on a daily bases. I could not be where I am today without all of you. I cherish every moment I spend with my amazing clients and my loving support system. So, thank you.

Cheers to all the amazing Ypbrides and Ypgrooms of 2018 and here’s to all my 2019 Ypweddings! I cannot wait for what is yet to come!

Thank you to each and every one of you!

Raise your hand if you get anxiety when your friends start talking about this years Secret Santa, Hanukah Harry or White Elephant parties… I know I do! I find myself always overthinking what to get, looking at things that are just WAY over budget or choosing things that are just too basic; but not this year! This year I did my research ahead of time and found an array of gifts that are perfect for any gift exchange and I am so excited to share them with you! Here is “Yael’s 2018 Top Ten Holiday Gifts under $50” with all of you! Hope this relieves some of the holiday angst!

FULL DISCLAIMER: PHOTOS WERE NOT TAKEN BY YAEL PACHINO PHOTOGRAPHY

Aero Press: $34.99

1. Aero Press I don’t know about you guys, but I have a boyfriend who absolutely loves coffee. He loves trying the different roasts, attempting different brewing methods and tasting the unique notes in each blend. Me on the other hand, can’t tell the difference between dark and light roast. If you have a coffee lover in mind, the Aero Press is an awesome and user friendly coffee brewing system. It is easy. Fast. And OH so tasty!
   

   Garden Jar Herb Kit: $20 for one herb

   

2. Garden Jar Herb Kit- Shoot, I forgot to pick up basil… Ugh I don’t want to drive ALL the way to the store just for basil… Does this sound familiar? I think Robert and I end up throwing out 75% of the herbs that we buy and I wish this wasn’t true… I know what you are thinking, just plant your own garden! That would be a lot easier if I didn’t live in a city house with a cemented backyard! So, if you have a friend who loves to cook with herbs, but complains about wasting produce, this garden jar herb kit is the perfect gift! Plus, it waters itself which is a game changer!
   

   Fruit Infusing Ice Balls: $10.00

   

3. Fruit Infusing Ice Balls Do you have that friend who is obsessed with drinking water? The one that talks about how important it is to stay hydrated? Or that friend who hates drinking water but knows it is good for him/her so they try and force themselves to drink as many cups as they can but complain about the taste (and yes! I know there are people out there who hate the taste of water, I used to be one of them)! These Fruit Infused Ice Balls will add that little extra something to each cup of water and they will forever thank you.
   

   Pinrose Style Kit: $47.00

   

4. Pinrose Style Kit  Now this one is for your bestie who is always looking to smell fabulous but gets bored of perfume quickly. This kit will make her the happiest! Give her the gift of mixology! It will give her the chance to mix it up, layer and explore her fragrance. Every time you see her she will be proud of her unique scent : )
   

   
   Barkbox: $35 for one month
   

   

5. BarkBox Oh I know I have some dog lovers reading this (including myself!) and I also know that everyone has at least one friend who loves their dog more than life itself. Barkbox give you the option to not only make the friend happy, but their furry baby happy too! What is Barkbox you may ask? Think Naturebox but for dogs!
   

   Twist World Adapter: $37.95

   

6. World Adapter: We all have a friend who has #Wonderlust, but like for real, not just the instagram version of Wonderlust.  The friend who saves up money, to spend it all on an epic trip… just to come home to save up money to go on another trip. This little gadget will be her/ his prized possession. They will never have to go out and by another adaptor again and they will be thinking of you, thanking you, and potentially buying keychains for you all around the world : )
   

   Book of the Month: $44.99 (three months)

   

7. Book of the Month: This one is for the friend who is always in search of a new book to read. Its for the book-warm of the group; the Rori Gilmore’s of the world. The people who would so much rather read a book than watch a movie every night of the week.
   

   Moshi Touchescreen Gloves: $29.95

   

8. Moshi Touchscreen Gloves: That friend who is always cold… like always cold…. needs this! These gloves will come in handy any time they are outdoors, or even indoors in the winter. You will never hear “Sorry I didn’t respond, it was too cold to text” again! These gloves are made specifically for your smart phone, and they are cute too!
   

   Raspberry- pi: $35.00

   

9. Raspberry-pi:  Ok guys, this one I don’t even begin to understand how it works, but I am sure your techie friend will! It is a great gift for any hobbyist who wants to tinker around, program and have endless projects! It is small, affordable and a gift that will make your tech friend smile from ear to ear!
   

   Frozen Desert Maker: $45.99

   

10. Frozen Dessert Maker: This one is for the friend who LOVES dessert. The one who says, “OMG I am so full… who wants to get ice cream” the friend who you know is eyeing the cookies at every cafe you walk into. That friend will absolutely love you for the rest of time with this Frozen Dessert Maker! It can turn any fruit into soft serve. The best part about it is, you know EXACTLY what goes in. No added sugar, no unwanted dairy or additional ingredients. They will thank you a million times over!

And there you have it, “Yael’s 2018 Top Holiday Gifts for Under $50

Do you have any gifts your excited to give this holiday season?! Comment below! I’d love to hear!

Oh! And don’t forget to keep visiting my Facebook Business Page and Instagram for more details about “Yael’s 8 Days of Chanukah Give-Aways!

xo,  Yael

” We have been together ever since…” Sarah said with a huge smile on her face. As we walked away from the Starbucks, the place they went on their first date, I couldn’t help but thinking about Sarah and Ron eight years ago. I couldn’t help but think about the adorable and lovely University of Maryland Freshman, Sarah, meeting Ron, the sweetest guy on campus that everyone seemed to know and love. I couldn’t help but picture 19 year old Ron, nervously sitting in the Starbucks, and wondering What coffee drink should I get her?  In typical Ron fashion, he wanted to make sure he had the right thing ordered for his date by the time she got there, but he had no idea what to get her and felt terrible when she walked in and he had nothing to offer. It’s the little things that make a relationship truly great and Ron understood this from the beginning.

Sarah and Ron had a deep, loving, committed relationship since that beautiful fall day at that Starbucks in Georgetown. They are the epitome of college-sweethearts and I couldn’t be happier for them! Amongst the craziness of college life, everyone else around Sarah and Ron were breaking up, getting together or doing the whole on again-off again thing that seems to be very popular in undergrad. Sarah and Ron never stopped loving, laughing and growing together.   And trust me on this one, I was there! I was one of the college kids who took part in the rollercoaster version of love at UMD, but not these two. These two were strong. These two learned how to flourish together, how to push each other to do better, dream bigger and live larger.

Eight years later, I had the immense pleasure and honor of photographing their engagement session. I couldn’t have asked for a better combination of passion, admiration and fun. Their expressions say it all. Walking around Georgetown, seeing where it all began and seeing the excitement in their eyes for their future together, was a dream come true.

Sarah, Ron, my wish for you is to have the most incredible life together. To continue to grow, flourish and be each others biggest support system. To never forget the amazing way your relationship began but always strive for a bigger and better future. You were such an incredible team in college and I feel lucky to have known you then, and even luckier to know you now. Sending you all the love in the world!

Photo credit: Robert Goldberg : )

One week later: 

As I walked out of the metro station and turned to face DC’s Chinatown, I put my hand on the camera bag that was hanging from my shoulder. My Dad let me borrow his Canon Rebel and I was terrified of loosing it. I started walking down the street to the Starbucks on 7th, right around the corner from WeWorks.  I checked my watch, I was a little early, and I was NEVER early. To me, this meant one thing, I was SUPER excited to be there. As I ordered my customary Grande Soy Chai Latte (something I could never imagine ordering now), an older man, probably early 60’s, with long hair, a funky Hawaiian shirt, a cane and a fedora walked up next to me as we waited for our orders.

“You must be a photographer?” He nodded over to the camera bag on my shoulder.

I laughed. “Not really.” I say as I adjusted the bag strap awkwardly. “I’ve never actually used this camera before. I am about to take my first photography class.”

“That’s great! I love photography!”

“Really? I think I am going to also!” I said as the barista put my latte right in front of me on the counter. I grabbed the drink, muttered a quick thank you to the barista and said goodbye to the older man.

I was feeling pretty good about my new found hobby as I crossed the street to the WeWorks. I saw one other person waiting. Before I had a chance to introduce myself, I heard “Are you guys both waiting for the Photography Class?” I’m Sam.  I will be your teacher!” I turned around and lo and behold look who it is, the older man from the Starbucks. He had the biggest grin on his face as he watched my surprised expression.

He unlocked the door and held it open for us.

“What kind of DSLR do you guys have?” he asked as he turned on the lights and gestured to the conference table.

“What is a DSLR?”  I asked as I pulled out my seat and sat down.

“You must be a beginner” he said with a knowing smiling.

“Is it that obvious?” I carefully took my dad’s camera out of the bag. To be honest, it was the first time I was using any kind of camera, besides my phone and the disposable ones that I absolutely adored back at Jewish Sleep away camp, which totally doesn’t count.

The rest of the class started filtering in behind us “Welcome to photography for beginners. Let’s get started, shall we?” And with that, class began.

One hour later, I walked out of WeWorks. One thing was brilliantly clear, my life had changed forever. I know, it sounds a little dramatic, but it is 100% true. I cannot even tell you what Sam said in that one hour class, I cannot tell you which buttons I pressed or what I photographed that day, but I can tell you that I thank G-d everyday that I found Sam’s class online.

As I walked towards the metro ready to head back to Silver Spring. I pulled out my phone and texted Marisa. “What would you say if I told you I want to be a photographer.” I stepped onto the insanely long escalator, put my phone in my pocket and adjusted the camera bag again and felt a new type of warmth and satisfaction. My adventure began and I didn’t even really know it.

To be continued…

Missed Part One? Check it out here: “How it all Began Part I”

Want to read part III?: Check it out here: “How it all Began Part III”

I am not the only writer in my family… I actually am one of three. My beautiful sister who just moved to Israel with her family of six, blogs about their move, their transition and everything in between. My mom, took a more of an old school approach and went ahead and published two books! TWO BOOKS! Isn’t that just incredible?

I could go on and on about all of their writing and how amazing and personal their writing is, but instead, I wanted to share a chapter of one of my mom’s book.

“C5: From Impact to Recovery” is a wife’s memoir that shares one of the most life-altering experiences of our lives as a family. On May 3, 2013 my Dad was hit by a car as he was riding his bicycle only 5 minutes away from the house I grew up in. He was rushed to Shock Trauma and went through countless of surgeries, tests, physical therapy etc… my dad and mom’s strength, faith and perseverance is the definition of inspirational.

When my mom decided to write a book sharing their experience, she came to me and asked if she could include a short narrative I wrote for one of my college classes and I wanted to share it with all of you.

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 As I’m mindlessly flipping through my Hebrew notes for my quiz in about thirty seconds, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It’s a text from my mom. “Call me ASAP.” I reply automatically “Is something wrong?” As the teacher starts handing out the quiz, it’s no longer my biggest concern. I feel my phone vibrate again, and although I shouldn’t check it, I do.  “No.”  My heart stops.  I put my name on the quiz and hand it in without a second thought. As I fumble to grab my things, I see my hands are shaking. The girl next to me asks me if I’m OK. I give her a weak excuse for a smile and turn away.

             I dial my mom as I’m fleeing from the classroom. No answer.  A million terrible scenarios flash through my mind. I call her again as I rush down the stairs. No answer. Again. No answer. Finally she calls me back “Honey?” her voice isn’t as strong and sure as usual. I feel my eyes tearing up. Is it my sister? My grandmother? My cousin? “Mom, just say it.” I’m pacing back and forth right outside of Susquehanna Hall. I feel the sun beaming down on me, I hear the birds chirping above me, and I feel a lump forming inside of me “Daddy was in an accident, it’s really bad sweetie, you have to come here now. We’re in Shock Trauma.”

             My dad? My dad is never hurt. Never scared. Always strong.

“How bad is it?” I say as I lean against the wall for support. I hear my mom sigh. “I’m not so sure honey, just come here. I need you. I’m scared.”

I hang up the phone. I can barely breathe. I must be dreaming.  I have to be dreaming. I call my friend Martin and within an hour we are speeding down 95 to the University of Maryland Shock Trauma in downtown Baltimore. I don’t say a word. Martin doesn’t seem to mind. He puts his hand on mine. All I can think about is how horrible I’ve been. I haven’t spoken to my Dad in months. We’ve had our differences about religion and life choices. Last week he sent me an email saying how he wished we’d work through our problems. I didn’t reply. I told myself I’d reply when I was less busy, but honestly, I had no intention of responding. Too many things were said, too many feelings were hurt. Now, we might never have the chance to say anything. I might not have the chance to say goodbye.

             I grab my things from the backseat of Martin’s car.

“Everything will be OK, he calls out.  I thank him for the ride and run inside.

I’ve never been to the University of Maryland hospital. I look lost and confused and realize that most of the people in here are probably just as lost and confused as I am. A woman smiles at me from behind the welcome desk and asks me if I know where I’m going.

“Um, I’m looking for Shock Trauma.”

She gives me directions and slaps a pink wrist band on me, I mumble thank you and walk away. As I turn the corner I see familiar faces: the rabbi of our congregation, my mom’s best friend, my dad’s brother.

This can’t be happening.

             No one says a word, but my uncle points to a small waiting room at the end of the hall.  It feels like it’s a million miles away. I rush past them and finally see my mom. As our eyes meet I can’t hold back the tears any longer. She’s just standing there, looking small, scared and alone. Somehow, as if by magic, my legs move toward my mom and I’m finally within reach.

She grabs on to me. Everyone else leaves the waiting room.

“He’s a good man, he’s a good man,” my mom says as her tears fall down the back of my shirt. I stroke her hair. I whisper words of encouragement and force myself to stop crying because now I must be strong. Now my mom needs me in a way I wish she didn’t.

             Eventually I get my mom to stop shaking and sit down. As if on cue, the familiar faces return to the waiting room. My mom won’t let go of my hand. She clutches onto me as if I’m her last hope. People race around us. Doctors come in and explain that my dad will need to have three spine surgeries within the next 24 hours. They don’t know if he is going to be able to walk again. They don’t know if he is going to make it.

            I realize that I still don’t know how my dad ended up here. How I went from sitting in a college classroom to sitting in a Shock Trauma waiting room. As if she can read my mind, my mom explains that my dad was riding his bike and was hit by a car. The driver thought he could beat my dad but instead he hit him and sent him flying.

A young doctor leads my mom and me upstairs to see my dad. There are wires and machines everywhere. The only part of his body I can see is his face, swollen and bruised, his lip busted, two front teeth chipped, his eyes are disoriented and lost.

As they begin to wheel him out of the room my dad makes them stop in front of mom and mouths, “I was being safe, it wasn’t my fault” and then he’s gone. My mom and I stand there for a few more minutes.

She holds on to me and repeats, “He’s a good man Yael, he’s such a good man.”

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This day changed my life and my family’s life forever. My mom’s book is personal, vulnerable and beautiful in every way. I know I might be totally biased, but “C5: From Impact to Recovery” is a must read and I recommend all of you to click on over to Amazon, buy my mom’s book and read more about their strength and love.

This one goes out to all the families out there who have overcome the hurdles G-d has placed in front of you with grace and poise.

xo,

Yael

“You need to just get a hobby” Ayelet said as I was sitting across from her at the table in her College Park, Maryland apartment as she was making her infamous caramel cookies. She was literally the best baker and I loved nothing more than pretending like I was helping her create her delicious masterpieces.

” I know, but I don’t even know what I would do.” I said as I unwrapped another caramel for her. That was the problem. I didn’t know what to do. At 23 years old, I was miserable. I disliked my DC production Assistant Job. I wasn’t happy with my social life. Don’t even get me started about my non existent love life. I felt like I had nothing going for me. This was not how it was supposed to be. I mean, I did it all right. I went to college. Had the internships. Got the degree. Started a job. Why was I already this unhappy!?

Ayelet started collecting all of the unwrapped caramels from the table and looked over at me “Just PICK something. If you don’t like it, pick something else.” I sighed and switched the conversation over to her and her graduate school applications, at least she was doing something exciting.

As I drove home that night I decided that she was right. I just need to find something fun to focus on. I could really pick anything. I got home. Put my car in park and decided that I was not going to go inside until I picked a hobby.  So of course, like every good 20-some year old,  what did I do… picked up my phone, opened the internet and went to google…

“50 top millennial hobbies” was the first link that popped up. I clicked it.

Learn a Language… Nope

Garden… Ugh I have such a brown thumb

Baking… That’s Ayelet’s thing

Ceramics… UHHH

Meditating… Ya, I don’t think so

Dancing… I mean I like dancing, but I’m kinda REALLY bad at it

Photography… Now that’s a possibility, I just don’t have a camera. 

Improv… That’s a joke… Right?

After a few more minutes, and a few more lists. My mind kept circling back to photography. I read, “Adult coloring books,” for the fifth time and shook my head. Photography it is! I was going to do it! May as well give it a try right? Spending a few hundred dollars on a photography class couldn’t hurt.

I pulled my key’s out of the ignition and was pretty damn satisfied with my decision. I was smiling as I walked into the house. My roommate Kaleigh was snuggled up on the couch with her cat, Leo, watching HGTV as always. Jess was in the bathroom curling her hair getting ready for her shift and Anne was cooking something up in the kitchen… Things could definitely be worse, I thought as I settled into the coukch next to Leo. It was time to find a photography class. I pulled out my phone again and began to search….

To be continued…

May 22, 2014: Check out my blonde hair … thank god I grew out of that!

Check out Part II & Part III here: “How YPP Began Part II”

“How YPP Began Part III”