Me

Here it is, the last shot.
After I have a baby I feel more creature than human. My body seems alien and my life feels like I've jumped to a new planet in the solar system. Jed really wanted these last pictures to look "genuinely me"--as I've reviewed last year's photo-shoots I am not entirely sure what that means. I suppose I look like a woman who is trying to figure it out--who she is and what that looks like. 
But for today, I am this.

The Jed Wells Headshot Project: The End

This weekend my cousin and photographer Jed
Wells came over with his sweet brood to manger Slab and celebrate our adventure of shooting twelve head shots in twelve months! Chup interviewed us on camera, asking us the obvious question WHY ON EARTH DO YOU NEED TWELVE HEAD SHOTS IN ONE YEAR? Also we do a little behind the scenes narrative of each month's shot and declare our favorites. There are a couple cameos as well--including our adorable little accoutrements (in the form of babies, I mean) Erin and George.


Tomorrow I will post our final photo of the feat. Please dears, having this knowledge I hope you can sleep tonight.

Thanks Jed, you are a true artist. I am a lucky subject. Also, thanks for helping me like my face.

The Humans That Share My Space

I love them.

*Speaking of babies and snuggling, one of my favorite posts of the last year was published in the Deseret News this week, you can read it here.

Provo Flavor: Febuary is for (Treat) Lovers

February with its devotion to romanticizing the senses, always reminds me (late afternoonish) to head to the Provo Bakery for pink-frosted, heart-sprinkled sugar cookies.
I let The Chief have three in one sitting the other day. Does that make me The Most Fun Mom in All the World?

This week Susan brought me over a celebratory box of cupcakes from the Cocoa Bean Cafe. I had a very good conversation with the grasshopper cupcake which went like this:
Me: I love you, you rich devil.
Grasshopper cupake: EAT ME!
Me: I will, I'm just taking my time to enjoy every last bite of you.
Grasshopper cupcake: there's more where I come from!
Me: NOMMY NOMMY NOMMY

Soft chocolate cake, smeary chocolate fondant, whipped mint frosting.
By-the-way, Susan dropped these by on what was supposed to be the last day of me writing my book. My book isn't done, but that didn't stop me from celebrating anyway....
Of course, I never tire talking about the tarts from Eliane French Bakery. Strawberry, pear, mixed fruit. So sweet and kind. It helps to know a bit of French when you go there, but pointing to the case of tarts and saying, "Voila!" will do.


Writing this post just inspired my next Deseret News column, entitled, Where to Get the Best Treats in Provo. Chills! It's going to be blockbuster! Or viral! Or whatever we are calling it these days.

Speaking of my column, I recently wrote about how Provo is re-branding and no one hired me to do the job. Instead I was forced to come up with my own ideas and published them in the Deseret News. You can read that article here.

Of course, after he read my suggestions, the mayor texted me (yes, I'm the Batman of this community) to say I was right all along:

Very very funny. You're too good.

Now they know they should've hired me.
Pay me in PB sugar cookies, I don't mind.

C. Jane Vlog: Chup-Jerk Reaction

Here's the conference we wuz vloggin' bout: