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Cheryl, Projects

Creative goals for 2014

1. I’ve been thinking a lot about trying my “hands” at calligraphy, and would love to attend a formal class (Miss Heather must have finally rubbed off on me;)}. Overall, I’d just like to do more crafting and continue my education in the arts.

2. I think 2014 is the year I buy a new camera lens. I’ve been talking about it long enough. I just need to do it already, right?! And also take some more online photography & photo editing classes. Want to make sure I capture every little expression on our little boy’s face.

3. Time to re-brand Cher Joy, revisit my own creative brief and reboot. Will be doing some serious brainstorming and blogging in 2014 {or at least I’m aspiring to!}.

4. Subscribe to some good magazine reads. Something for me to look forward to in the mail, now that all the baby gifts have come to an end. Feel free to share your favorite magazines. Would love your recommendations!

5. Last, but not least, Pinterest & Instagram, oh, how I love you both. I’m a marketer at heart, yet I don’t use these two outlets to my advantage, to network and get creative. Hoping to up my game and creativity on both and really, just have more fun with both!

If you’re a blogger or DIYer, what are your creative goals for 2014?

Baby J, Pregnancy

It’s starting to feel real

well, this baby thing is starting to finally feel real. We’ve toured the hospitals, selected a facility, finished our child birthing classes, found a day care, will be attending a breastfeeding workshop, scheduled our car seat inspection, selected a pediatrician, and wrote our birth plan. Our nursery is full of goodies. I have all the books and swaddle blankets and white noise makers a mommy-to-be could ask for. Some days I feel myself, some days I don’t. Probably because I know I’m going to be a little different in 2014. I’m going to give birth, and breastfeed {what?!}, and take time off from work {me, not work?! And not be traveling with time off?!!}.  I’m going to have a baby. I’m going to be a mother. My mom even said it when I kissed her goodbye after my shower: “When I see you next you’re going to be a mother”, with tears in her eyes, then tears in my eyes. In that moment I panicked a little bit and realized how different things are going to be. Priorities are going to change. I’m going to change. It’s scary, and overwhelming, and exciting, all at the same time. I’m 4 weeks away from meeting my next adventure. I wonder what he’ll look like, this little thing growing inside me {and pushing down on my pelvis}. Will he be healthy? Will he have dimples? Will he be less than 9 lbs {I hope!!}? So, what are my goals for 2014? . .  to not lose myself and embrace motherhood with the same level of happiness and energy that I carry with me in everything I do. Boom. 2 simple, yet important goals I’m putting in front of myself for 2014.

 

{I went all around town in this Coors Light shirt with a loose flannel before I realized how white-trash
I must have looked, pregnant and promoting Coors. hahahahaha}
Friends, Santa Cruz

Our Christmas visitor

We had a visitor this past weekend, and oh, how we love visitors!! My friend Sara stopped into town to spend a day with us, so we tried to get in as much as possible, at some of our Santa Cruz hot spots. Starting with Bocci Cellars for lunch and bocci ball – of course!
 {we got our game on — so much fun! Rob looks like he’s carrying fire in this picture, ha}
{after, we went downtown to get her a card started at 99 Bottles of Beer, walk the town and people watch.}
{last stop before heading back to the beach house was Marianne’s, for some serious scoops of ice-cream}
{I ate every drop. Fast. Ha. Did NOT feel well after, and was in an ice-cream coma for the rest of the night.
Thanks Miss Sara for spending the day with us. Love you!}
Baby J, Cheryl

Pregnancy fail

I’ve been dying to buy these overalls I saw at Urban. Over the holiday, while in stores, I found myself shopping as though I’m not pregnant.  I seriously forget I am sometimes {on the days my body is treating me well}. But then I get in the dressing room and I remember: Oh, crap, I’m pregnant. And things don’t fit the same. Guess I should have been on the search for MATERNITY overalls, not regular overalls {sigh}.

{I was laughing hysterically in the fitting room. And these aren’t even the ridiculous photos I took, ha.}