When I was four (yep 4!) my dad got me my own film camera. Around that time, my parents were also getting divorced. While packing up our home, I stole some wedding photos that I’d found in a box in the basement. I carried them around with me everywhere just to remember the times they were together and happy.
Being only four, it was pretty hard on me, so I created my own "happy" moments with my camera.
I'd spend hours styling and posing my Barbies around the house (and on my German Shepard, Max).
My mom would have the film developed and I'd wave them in anyone's face I could. I loved showing everyone what I created.
yes, these are really my photos I scanned in from film, c. 1996
Fast forward through college, dropping out, earning an Interior Design degree, and twenty-some years later - I'm here doing the same thing - except now with even more meaning than I could've ever thought (and with actual breathing humans in love).