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April 2, 2014

hobby hopping

I love photography. You know that, right? You might not, especially if you have been along for this little ride here on the blog. It is a confusing relationship I have with photography. I love it. I hate it. I avoid it. I devour it. I really, truly do love it. And let’s just throw some honesty down here…I am good at it. I can say that. It is not easy for words like that to come from me, I am realllly good at knocking myself down, it’s a little harder to lift myself up. But yeah, I am pretty good at photography. But here’s a little secret- just because I like it, and/or am good at it, does not mean I have to do it all the time. Or that by not doing it, I am wasting it. I do not have to do it all of the time. I do not have to make money at it. I tried that, and sometimes I think that is where we can pinpoint where my relationship problems with photography began.

I don’t like being told what to do. I am bratty like that. And the more people that push my own art on me, the more I find myself pushing it away. Just imagine me as a teenager πŸ˜‰ Plus, honestly? I haaaaaaaaaaaaate the whole process of photography. I adore creating the images. Getting lost in my own little world when I am looking through the viewfinder. But after that? uuuuuugh. Sitting in front of the computer. Culling images. Editing images. And then what? I used to love sending film out, and the excitement of opening that envelope to see your images come to life. Now? I finish up on the computer………….and there they sit. Pffffft.

Photography will always be a part of who I am. But I find that throughout the years I have pushed it to the side to hop around to other hobbies. I used to make jewelry. That was kind of fun. And ahem expensive. And then all those beautiful beads sat in boxes in a closet. And then I hopped on the scrapbooking train. That was fun for about 5 seconds before my ocd kicked in. Scrapbooking + OCD = nightmare. And then one year, I asked for a sewing machine for Christmas. And then I started buying fabric. And then I started making little things. And then. And THEN. I realllly wanted to make a quilt.

gutermann thread | quilting | SW Florida Photography | Kulik Photography

You guys…I hobby hopped and then landed on the jackpot. I. Adore. This. Hobby. ADORE.

But let’s be clear on something…I have no idea what I am doing! At. All. But yet I enjoy almost every moment. Even the moments that freak me out and I avoid, once I start doing it, I am so very content. My mind is a very busy place, and when I am in the midst of a project everything just quiets. I just focus on the task at hand, and there is nothing else in the world. I love that. And maybe that is why I love this hobby so much.

quilting | SW Florida Photography | Kulik Photography

I also am learning that I REALLY love making things for people I love. I finally got the confidence to make my first gift quilt, for my mom. I am terrified to send it her way. What if she hates what I created? What if the whole thing falls apart?! But what if she loves it? I currently have a nice long list of gift quilts, and that makes me smile. Hopefully, they will all stay in one piece πŸ™‚

Quilting | SW Florida Photography | Kulik Photography

And what I find the most ironic bit of it all? I find myself thinking…wouldn’t it be nice to get so good at this that one day I could sell my quilts? :p LOL

And so, there you have it. My new hobby. I will always take pictures. Always. But it nice to step away from my camera and not feel like I have to take pictures. In the meantime, I will be sewing πŸ™‚

I’ll leave you with my favorite thing I have made so far….

Quilting | Chevron Quilt | SW Fl Photography | Kulik Photography



August 22, 2013

someone get the dustbuster…

…it’s time to wipe the dust away!

It’s been a loooooong year. Exhausting really. It’s all been rather blurry and dreamlike and now it is over and I feel dizzy from it all. And now I am back in the real world, and feel like I require some sort of transitional therapy to help my integrate back into the world of normal people.

And so here I am. Time to jump back in, heh? Lots has happened in the last few months…

I chopped all of my hair off…

where did it all go?!

The lesson learned with this one? Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, make a drastic change to your hair when you are emotionally spent. Seriously. Just don’t.

And after 12 years, 173,000 miles, and too many to count oops-I-almost-broke-down-again moments, I bought a new car!!!!

well look at that!

And finally, this happened…


I kind of felt like this moment was never going to come!

And in coming posts I will tell you about this…

pura vida!

When you finally finish a hellish year, you need to celebrate, right?! We chose to celebrate for 10 days in Costa Rica.

Stay tuned….


oh, and hey? It was nice seeing you again πŸ˜‰

May 31, 2012

The Vacation Photo Post

The first week of May I stepped on a plane and headed up to New Hampshire for my fairly-annual trip to see two of my most favorite people- my mom and my best friend.

I want to show you all the photos I took of the beautiful landscapes. The portraits I took of my friends girls. The lovely self-portrait of me and my mom. But I can’t show you them….because my camera remained in it’s comfy little spot in it’s bag. Because that is the kind of photographer I am πŸ˜‰

There was an epic battle. It looked something like this:

“Real” Camera vs. Cellphone Camera

I think it’s clear who the loser was. I choose to blame the six days of rain I experienced.

So instead, I will give you a breakdown of my trip in the form of Instagram photos:

So as you can see…this photographer might have failed even at taking cellphone photos πŸ™‚ I like to think it was because I was too busy enjoying the company.

I should point out the first photo, in the upper left corner, is actually Florida. I believe that was the Sunshine State’s way of giving me the middle finger upon my return. After spending most of my vacation dodging rain drops, I spent my drive home staring at the thunderclouds building right over where I was headed.

My trip, as it always is, was fabulous. My mom geeked out and decided it was completely normal to celebrate my birthday almost exactly two months late. Princess crown and all. She made me a money tree, which realllly sent mixed messages and went completely against all those lectures I heard growing up. We saw mountains and oceans and all the land in between. She gladly tagged along for the no-longer-endless search for The. Perfect. Sneakers.

I was able to spend a great day with a best friend that has been in my life for what feels like forever. I spent a day with my most favorite aunt in the whole world. I had breakfast with my most favorite cousin in the whole world. I ate an embarassing amount of fried food. I did more shopping than I thought I was capable of πŸ™‚ I saw not one, but two groundhogs (hey, I am easily excitable!).

We drove. We talked. We ate. We shopped. We talked more. Conversation. Wonderful Conversation.

My trips back “home” are always bittersweet. It reminds me of all that I am missing. My friend said it perfectly when she said it is almost easier not to see each other….because saying goodbye….well, it’s hard.

This trip was particularly hard, because due to my starting school in a couple of months, and then hopefully after that getting a new job, I am not exactly sure when it will be that I will find myself in the place, and with the people, that I miss the most.

April 27, 2012


You may remember a while back that I mentioned a little photo shoot that I signed Tinsley up for.

No? Well, the condensed version goes something like this: one of my favorite blogs is The Daily Puglet. The “thumbs” behind the blog belong to Amanda of Frolic Photography. I adore her photos. I never thought this San Francisco-based photographer’s camera would ever be pointed in the direction of one of my Floridian dogs.

And then she came up with a very ambitious plan. Shoot 1,000 pugs. In one year. Donate lots of money to lots of Pug rescue groups. One of her stops was Miami. Obviously, I was staring at the clock, tense hand on the mouse, waiting for registration to open.

And Tinsley became pug #290. Her shoot was this past Sunday.

Before the weekend started, there was a turn of events, a flurry of flaky (on my part!)Β emails, some frantic searches for pet-friendly hotels and doggy daycares, and somehow I found myself able to take a tiny little role in this incredible project. I was about to be a 1,000 Pugs helper!

Our weekend was awesome. Amanda was awesome. We got our feet dirty. Our hair wet. We stepped in questionable substances. I learned what it means to truly “make it work.” I heard touching rescue stories. I learned it is silly to get so nervous πŸ™‚ I spent two days with a ridiculous amount of pugs. I met a photographer that is not only incredible at what she does, but also incredibly generous with her knowledge and the farthest thing from a diva πŸ˜‰ *I also learned that doing Jillian Micheals’ 30-day Shred comes in handy when you have to hold a diffuser up over your head for insane amounts of time!

A peek at our weekend, via Instagram:

I walked away from this weekend knowing that the result of aΒ random, tentative email was a spark newly ignited. Β Thank you SO much Amanda! I know I was your helper, but you helped me so much more!


October 31, 2011

boring post

It seems that the blog has been a bit boring lately. The thing is…life has been relatively boring. The camera has been collecting dust. There hasn’t been much to say. But I don’t like seeing all those cobwebs up in the corners of this blog, so for the sake of blogging about something, anything, I present to you…my pitiful pup….

sad, right?!

It all started with an attempted attack on a passerby last Sunday.

Ok. He didn’t actually try to attack anyone. I mean, he wanted to. I think. Because he’s tough like that. But no, no attacks from this dog. Just some running. And barking. Ok, so I guess it does sort of sound like an attempted attack, but really it was just tough guy bravado. I think. Anyways. Running. Barking. A little sister jumping on his back. I know, random. But that is what she does.

And then he was a three-legged dog. Just like that. No crying. No wimpering. Simply, he suddenly stopped using the leg. I felt it and heard a slight snap. I though he must have dislocated it. I thought he would baby it for a bit, then be fine.

I thought wrong. By bedtime he was still rocking the three legs.

So on Monday I have the hubster bring him to the vets. Obviously, because I am a medical doctor and all, I prepared hubby for what would happen: Don’t worry, it will take two seconds. He’ll feel his leg, and then POP! He’ll pop his knee back in place and voila! All will be well in the world.

He called me after the visit.

Hey, I’m back with Koda.
How did it go? Did they pop the knee back in?
No, he is scheduled for surgery on Friday morning.
Seriously, they just popped the knee back in right? I was so right. You can just call me Dr. Wife for now on if you would like.
You’re not listening to me, he has surgery on Friday.

So he had surgery on Friday morning. Apparently he tore a tendon. Apparently this is slightly normal. Apparently, I suck at making doggy diagnoses.

This was post surgery on the way home.

While he was under the knife, we had some cosmetic surgery done on him as well. He got a little eyebrow lift.

I’m joking, I’m joking. We had them remove a cyst that has been growing over his eye. Now he looks like he is ready for Halloween, huh?!

Yesterday we removed the bandages….and relegated him to cone-of-shame status 😦

And there you have it.

I know….you envy my life. It’s ok, most people do. It’s not easy being this exciting.

July 28, 2011

you’ve been losing sleep, haven’t you?

You’ve been losing sleep over my dog drama, haven’t you? I appreciate your concern πŸ˜‰

Since I asked for happy thoughts, I figure it’s only fair I share the prognosis with you…

The good news: my Bear does NOT have cancer. *pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeew* Because quite honestly, I went into the vet’s office sure that we would hear the complete opposite. Clearly, my glass is always half empty. It even has a little hole int he bottom that makes it constantly leak πŸ™‚

The bad news:

We left with a pretty big question mark hovering over our heads.

His liver is inflamed. His gallbladder is full of sludge. There was a lot of concern over the galbladder and the potential for it bursting if we can’t get it cleaned out. He is now on a medication for his liver. A medication for his galbladder. After crazy research to get my dogs on the best possible food, I now have to feed him prescription Science Diet (please don’t get me started on how much I haaaaate this brand) for his liver. And I am under strict instructions to give no more treats 😦 I haven’t broken that terrible news to him yet. We will return in 6 weeks to see if any of his numbers have gone down, and hopefully at that point we will have more answers. The new test results will let us know if the current treatment plan is working. If not, we may need to next consider a biopsy of his liver.

So far, he has been feeling better. He went over a week with no issues, but on Monday he did start throwing up again. He is still eating so hopefully this spell will pass.

So my glass is still not overflowing…but it definitely is a little fuller β™₯