My photography professor just told me that these are really nice pictures. Therefore, I like them even more. Plus, Jules is a babe. Glad I didn’t make it into his “what-not-to-do” hall of fame.



So I have another project due tomorrow in my photography class and Julesy was helpin’ me out. Here are a few of the many pictures I took that won’t be turned in, but that I love all the same.

Introducing: My stud of a sister. I like learning to take pictures with her as a model.

pan to-the cakes

my favorite math equation:

breakfast + dinner = brinner

My little sister (and soon to be fellow student at the UTK) and I had a pancake party. A peanut butter pancake party to be exact. For once in my life, I did the cooking instead of Jules, who is the Campbell culinary master. This was a monumental occasion considering that everything I do in the kitchen is generally a great disaster. Ask around. I’m realizing that cooking is not meant to be intimidating. So I’ve been trying to up my cooking skillzz over the past month and try out a little thing called domesticity (a trait of true womanhood: shoutout to Dr. Papke and Women’s Lit) —and by cooking, I really mean baking. Pancakes, however, are a step up from baking…not quite legit cooking, but I’m getting there. I followed the directions, which is verrrry big step for me, and the product was actually edible…another plus.

If I can make them, I guarentee you even a small child could. I have high hopes that I’ll have more successful kitchen adventures soon. Over and out.