Out and about!

Full disclaimer: I am not a photographer. Sure, I take a lot of pictures – but that’s essentially all I am: a picture-taker. When purchasing a new camera, photographers are people who consider things like shutter speed, lens selection, aperture, and various camera-words-that-I-don’t-know-because-I’m-not-a-photographer. Meanwhile, in the other camp, a “picture-taker” will pick out a camera based on… “I don’t know, is it easy to use? Is it heavy? Do I have to know stuff about cameras to be able to use it? Will it take better pictures than my iPhone?”

These are all real questions that I asked when searching for a new camera.

Photographers don’t like picture-takers (I’m just guessing). At least they don’t like the picture-takers who like to call themselves photographers. (Again, I’m just guessing.) I feel like if I had taken a lot of time and practice to hone my craft, I’d be pretty annoyed with the person who shows up with an iPhone and an Instagram account and refers to themselves as a “photographer”. Congratulations, you officially have as much photography experience as Chrissy Teigen (who, for all I know, could actually be a very skilled photographer.)

My Blogging Goals | November 2017

There are two kinds of bloggers out there: the kind who have goals and a media kit - and the other kind, the kind who have to Google "what is a media kit?" when someone reaches out to them for a sponsored post and -- well, actually, first they have to head on over to the blogging forum and ask, "Hey guys, how do I handle a sponsored post? So-and-so is reaching out to me and I don't know what to do", and someone says, "send them your media kit"

I still don't really understand what a media kit is. But that's okay, because it sounds a little more "professional" than what I am currently set up for.

Around the middle of October, I was playing around with this new blogger site that I found called Canva (game changer, by the way) that allows you to make graphics and banners and all of the professional-looking-images that you see the professional-looking-bloggers have.

I got really excited. I felt like I'd stumbled into "the big secret" that all of the professional bloggers already know. I found a fancy graphic site that is going to CHANGE EVERYTHING...

How to take photos like a fashion blogger.

One of my biggest worries is that my boyfriend will one day see my Google Search history. It's not that I have a bunch of dirty Google secrets - I'm not hiding things from him, but I fear the day when I'll have to explain to him why I'm looking up weird stuff on the Internet like, "What kind of salads do the Kardashians eat?" or "How to get more followers on Instagram". You know. Personal things. Things between me and Google.

This almost happened last week when I was showing him a picture of a nature preserve where I thought we should go hiking. "Oh!" He said, "I should show you" (some forest preserve that had mountains and stuff) "Hang on, let me Google it", he said, still holding my phone.

Panic set in. "I'll do it!" I said, yanking the phone out of his hand. Like - straight up, grabbed it. Ninja style. Like he said he was about to scroll through my photo album and see all of my selfies and screenshots of inspirational quotes (this is my second biggest worry, by the way).

"Geeez..." He seemed a little confused. I have no idea why, especially since I was being TOTALLY NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL. "What don't you want me to see?" He asked.

"Nothing!" I realized by this point - you know, after the fact - that I was being super weird.Like, DEFINITELY-hiding-something weird. Great. He probably thinks I've been looking up porn. "I'm just excited to see the place you're talking about! What was it called?"

"I was going to look it up."

"I know! I just..." *Cricket* *Cricket* "What was it called?

The thing is, my boyfriend is the kind of boyfriend who would probably let me use Google on his phone. He wouldn't yank said phone out of my hand. Because he's not looking up weird things like "What really happened with Corinne and DeMario on Bachelor in Paradise?" and "Is Corinne coming back?"

But, really. What happened?

We bypassed the awkward moment - he knows me well enough by now to know that I was probably just looking up dumb stuff about the Kardashians and not 'how to smother your boyfriend in his sleep' - and gave me the name of the forest preserve to search. As soon as I typed the letter 'H' - sure enough, another embarrassing Google search came up: "How to take photos like a fashion blogger"