Comfort

I made it home for the first Easter since I left for college this past weekend.  I somehow made easter into the break to road trip to some other place, not ever caring that I wasn’t home.  This year, however, I was super excited about getting to go home.  Of course, in the pattern of nothing I plan actually working out, I ended up going home 2 days later than planned thanks to a fever, abdominal pain and utter exhaustion requiring me to sleep for 36 hours straight.

My mom prayed I would get good friends in college.  This group of girls was a huge comfort to her, to know I was doing okay with amazing friends.  My core group, my roomies… Easter 2009, right before half of them got married, we went on a road trip to St. Louis.  Awesome weekend…

Our next big road trip is planned for the year we turn 25.  We are all going sky diving.  Except for tiffany and katy who think jumping out of a plane is crazy and who plan on staying on the comfort of the ground and taking pictures.

When I got to the comfort of my home (with a fever of 100.5 at that point) the first thing I saw was this:

CeCe seemed to think since I was paying her attention I should get down and pet her. 

I don’t get down on puppy level all that often, but she seemed to be looking for some love, so I gave in…

Is there any comfort better than have a good belly rub?  She thinks not.

Of course 5 minutes later I was sitting on her because mom wanted pictures of her 1 surprise lily and that was the only way I could get a picture without CeCe knocking over the flowers. 

And there is one other thing I took comfort in this week.  Awhile ago I started an intense search for a camera bag that I liked.  After weeks of not finding anything I liked I called my mom and went into a rant… everything is black.  BLACK.  I hate black.  and they say CANON.  OR NIKON.  Or some other big name.  who wants to carry a bag proudly proclaiming look at me!  I have the potential to have many thousands of dollars of equipment in me! (not that my bag does.) I want to travel. I want to travel with a camera bag that doesn’t look like a camera bag. And pockets.  I want pockets, mom!!!  I want to be able to put my wallet and my phone and keys and probably a book cause I always have a book, but none of these bags have the right pockets!  I don’t usually carry one bag I am definitely not carrying a purse and a camera bag!  and they are all backpacks or with short handles.  I hate backpacks!  I want an across the shoulder bag so I can actually reach things in it. And I want it to be pretty!  and not expensive… omw mom if I was going to spend $200 on a camera accessory I want a new lens!  I can’t find anything I like (end on a wail….)

and so it went on.  Seriously. anyone who knows me knows once I start ranting it goes on for a while. and usually happens again later.  My mom finally stopped answering the phone… and then last weekend made me this.

I am in love. It is neither black or a backpack.

It has pockets!  They are even extra padded as a last minute request. (Yay! my lens can rest in comfort!)

It doesn’t say CANON, but it does have a wooded daisy button from my great grandma’s collection.

Why do I find this a comfort?  Because, Ladies and Gentleman, this bag right here?  It is proof that someone can listen to my rants and actually understand me. 

Isn’t it beautiful?  I think I am getting the Canon 55-250 to put in it this week.  (anyone have any opinions on that lens? I already have 18-55 and the set 50).

Part of you capture hosted this week by Keli and usually by Beth.