This is my friend Meg. We’ve known each other forever and we go wayyyyy back. I mean, like, prehistoric times. She’s the only person I know who caused me to get in so much trouble for cutting up in an office which led to a big cubicle panel being installed between us. I love that. And I love the fact that I was with her as she peed on little sticks numerous times as she double and triple checked the results of her pregnancy test. I love her because she makes yummy vegan dinners when we visit and we sit outside and eat. And I love her because she knows me better than anyone else and is so pleasantly crabby it ain’t funny. Or is that crabbily pleasant? I also love her because her husband is super super super famous and amazing and sweet.
I love her so much that I’m willing to forgive the voicemail that was left for me today. It went like this:
"Hey Mo, it’s me. Where the hell are you? YOU ARE SO COMPLETELY BORING AND YOUR BLOG IS DEAD. DEAD AND BORING AND OLLLLLLLLD. Tired and old. OLD and tired. Gaw. You must post again. Toodles!"
Ok, so I made up the "toodles" part because if you know Meg you know she’s never really all that pleasant. Or at least not to me she ain’t. Look at that picture again and try to argue. And that’s exactly why I love her.
And the truth is yes, I’ve been painfully absent from this blog lately. I don’t mean to be, it’s just that I’ve been busy with the day job, shooting amazing food for people like Mark Peel and these lovely ladies, as well as lining up some really interesting gigs.
Oh, and yea, there’s this:
Ladies and gentlemen, this is my new studio.
MY. NEW. STUDIO.
As in a real, naturally lit space in downtown Long Beach. If you think I’m not giddy and giggling like a child then you’re wrong because I cannot wipe this permasmirk off my face. And why would I? I’m super excited to be shooting in such an amazing space now and not in my garage or some random space. Not that I don’t love my garage and all. It’s just, well, you can see why I love it.
So Meg, I hope I’m off the hook for not posting lately and I promise that once I get settled I’ll be back to sharing way too much information about myself and your pregnancy tests.
Forgiven? I thought so. I love you!