Hello dear readers!

To further advance our blogging prowess, I’m coming at you to ask your opinion on a few different ideas!
We desperately want to fan the flames of our little blog! We want to get our smoldering embers to a big fire, happily crackling on Christmas. Okay, not necessarily on Christmas. But we do want it to thrive and grow and be a virtual metropolis of photos and happiness. In order to make this actually happen, we want to find out what all of our beautiful readers want to see!

This can be but is not limited to:
1.) More photos in each post- do you want too see more of a whole shoot? Do the posts leave you unfulfilled and you wish you just had a few more examples?

2.) Less photos in each post- do you want to see less photos? Are you nauseated amount of photos and just want it to be short and sweet?

3.) More person information about us- We often joke about having our own reality show on Bravo, because quite frankly, some of the shenanigans we get into have to be seen to be believed. We are open books of information, and whether you want to get a glimpse of our personal lives is completely up to you! It can be a scary place (but totally awesome at the same time.) Like a Tim Burton movie. If that sounds remotely interesting, a weekly post dedicated to our likes/dislikes/celebrity crushes/favorite foods/current sock color is totally doable. It would be like a weekly Barbara Walters interview (only with far less crying.)

4.) Some sort of FAQ post- we do get occasional questions about our shooting, equipment, post processing, etc. We would be delighted to bestow some of the wisdom we do have upon you! This could easily be combined with a personal post, because fielding questions about shooting and our favorite places to shop for shoes goes hand in hand, if you ask me.

5.) More of a certain kind of post- this is somewhat of a seasonal issue, but is there a certain type of post you would like to see more of? I know I am just getting the ball rolling again with the blog, and there’s not much to behold yet, but is there something you are itching to see? I am planning to blog like a mad woman this summer to try and keep up with all of our weddings and seniors, but I would be 87.43% more motivated to write blog posts everyday if I knew that it something you would be looking forward to.

Does ANY of this interest you?? If it does, please please please please comment below! It is 100% safe and super easy. Or if you prefer a horse of a different color, write on our Facebook wall! I could say we are hardly ever on Facebook, but it would be a downright LIE.  If we get no responses, we will do all of the above (that’s right. more and less photos at the same time) assuming you all were too torn and just couldn’t make a decision.

And now, because I desperately want it to stop snowing…

I believe in luck. I really think that the universe works in a way that provides you with inexplicable moments of joy for no reason at all. I had one of those moments last week when I found the recipe for cookie-stuffed cookies.  Because how else can you describe finding a recipe for a cookies with cookies STUFFED INSIDE THEM other than a bit of luck?  There was no way that I was going to let my lucky moment go to waste!  So upon showing Abby the recipe and having this conversation:
Cookie-stuffed cookies.
Shut up.
We should make them sometime.
Heck yes!
Like tomorrow.
Uh duh.
It was on. We had a plan. A day of cookie-stuffed cookies and lattes for myself, Abby and her sister Randee (mommy to Weston and cat-mommy to Sophie.) Nothing could hold us back! We were going to forge new cookie-making ground! It was an experience, and it was documented.

This is how the day went:

Sunday February 20th, 2011
1:45 p.m- Quinn arrives at Randee’s house, cookie supplies and camera in hand.
2:00 pm- lattes are made, ingredients are assembled and baby Weston is cooed over.

2:15- ingredients are mixed together to the best of our abilities. There is a slight “uh oh” moment with the butter. (This later proves to be our fatal flaw.)

2:30- our Kitchen Roles are assumed:
Quinn is the chief photographer AKA “pour that slower!”
Randee is the music coordinator AKA responsible for the Christmas music wafting through the house.
Abby is the chief mixer, chopper, pourer, scooper, egg cracker and latte maker  AKA Abby is making the cookies.
Sophie is the chief cat.

2:40- the wet ingredients (butter, vanilla, eggs, etc) are mixed in with the dry ingredients (flour, sugar, etc.)

2:45- the electric mixer has whipped (literally) our cookie batter into a strange, strange consistency.
It either resembles
A.) whipped cream
B.) yogurt
C.) not typical cookie batter

We now have atypical cookie batter.  Abby thinks it’s because the butter was mostly melted (not softened!). Randee thinks we’ve measured something wrong. Quinn is pretty sure it still tastes the same, because she eating it off of her finger.

2:47- Mothers are called. Theories are given.
2:48- more flour is added.
2:49- more flour is added.
2:50- more flour is added and we decide to refrigerate our goopy batter in hopes of regaining our cookie-stuffed cookie dreams.
2:55- we take a brief interlude and snuggle/feed Weston.

3:00- we resume cookie efforts.

3:10- we slide the cookies into the oven.
3:20- we think something has gone wrong.

3:45: we conclude the cookies either look
A.) cancerous
B.) pregnant
C.) delicious

and they were.

I was specifically told to add this photo to the blog because it is Abby and Randee’s sisterly relationship in a nutshell. And although you cannot see it in this photo, they were pretty much wearing the same green sweatshirt.

this is Sophie’s WUT face.

If you have made it to the end of my ridiculously long blog post, please remember to click on the photos to view them “in yo face” style.

We came. We saw. We trashed.

A lot.

She walked into the building. Not running, but by no means dawdling.  The autumn wind swirled around her as she opened the thick glass door and a receptionist greeted her with swift hello.  The room was cool; air conditioned. It looked and felt clean, and this only added to her excitement.  The only noise was the slight hum of a computer and the pitter patter of her own restless feet. She saw the receptionist rise before she heard her name and she was up, out of her chair before the woman finished the last syllable. As she settled into the large vinyl chair, she almost felt like a kid again, but instead of the dentist counting her baby teeth, she was about to embark on a much more exciting endeavor.  The man that walked into the room greeted her jovially, and asked her if she was ready for this day.  It was all she could do to not squeal with excitement. As her eyes swept over the shiny, complicated looking tools, she felt like she was going to burst if she had to wait any longer. The man sat in his usual stool and picked up a shiny silver object. She felt only a flash of pain in her gums, but the pain was overwhelmed by the intense joy of watching the little silver squares fall onto the tray. Wire by wire, brace by brace, she felt her smile come back to her. It had been three years.

That’s right. My pal (and fellow Glasser Imager) Micki got her braces off today! And her teeth are beautiful. BEAUTIFUL.  Like little white pieces of spearmint Dentyne all in a row. So we took some photos to commemorate the occasion.

So. Cute.
…………Goodness.

Comment on the goodness below.

So I’m in this mood.

I haven’t a clue why, but for the last few weeks I’ve had the intense urge to declutter my life. I gave away bags of my belongings, gotten rid of my curtains, lamps, rugs and chairs. I woke up one day and everything needed to go.  It was like I developed a complex overnight and everything in my room was making me claustrophobic and it had to go that day.

So naturally, now I am stuck in a huge empty room. I love the space, and I feel organized and refreshed… but now I have no lamps in my room, so it’s kinda dark. And I have no curtains, which I’m not sure my neighbors appreciate (sorry guys). Therefore, I have been hunting up and down for housewares that I feel I won’t get sick of and randomly toss out one day.  No luck so far.

And then I stumbled across this site today. A company named Squint Limited

Now if this is a glimpse into the Psyche of Quinn, then you have a pretty good idea of the essence of me, if I was ever to be reincarnated as a couch.

LOOK HOW FREAKING COOL THIS IS.

It’s safe to say, especially after converting pounds to dollars, that this stuff is waaaaaay out of my price range. But what can I say? A girl can dream.

What do you guys think? The coolest furniture you’ve ever seen? Or Alice in Wonderland gone wrong?