You know who you are. THANK YOU to those of you who are already planning, purchasing and booking appointments for Christmas Cards. Yes, I said it…CHRISTMAS. I’m sorry. UGH, Sally, it’s Just September 1st. I know and next week we will be putting out our pumpkins and soon after carving the turkey and before you know it you will PANIC and consider just skipping a year or sending one late because you have found yourself bogged down with sports and conferences, field trips, road trips, college schedules and SNOW. Any one else dizzy?
FEAR NOT, Call the studio or email me, set up a time to capture a family portrait or perhaps one of just the kids. Take the pressure off, make it casual, lets meet in the park, bring the dog. Then, let The staff at Roeckell Photography (that would be me…but a girl can dream) design a custom card and have it ready for you by Thanksgiving so you can check this task right off your list. I’m just sayin!
Thanks again to all of you who are on task! Thanks especially for entrusting me with such a personal greeting to all your friends, your Christmas wishes.
Here are just a few images I’ve been meaning to post. Verity and her cousins are next FOR SURE. They have been waiting patiently and I’m on it.
This little angel would make a perfect Christmas card. Too bad she has a brother who needs equal time and was busy checking out the bugs in the wood pile when we took this shot. I think a collage might work.
CONGRATULATIONS to baby O who will be baptized on Sunday. Our best to the entire family. Looking forward to capturing this beautiful event!
Yes, this one has been featured before. It’s on the header at the top…because it makes me smile. I would love this as a Christmas card. Sadly, I have three boys and only one girl and this shot isn’t going to happen for me. (ok, not sadly, but you know what I mean) Why wasn’t I warned about boys. I grew up with only sisters. Girls are silly and moody but generally not hard on the furniture. Having boys is like having cattle IN the house. Cattle that smell like Axe. God love ’em. I know I do!
by Sally Roeckell