Meet Diane …
daughter of Eve, niece of Ardell, and beloved mom to me.
Diane grew up surrounded by strong women, and in time became one herself — the kind people quietly admire for her fierce loyalty, unwavering optimism (even when you're not ready for it), and a soft, stealthy sense of humor.
As her eldest daughter, I’ve learned to never underestimate the power of a mall run, that a soft pretzel or slice of chocolate cake (vanilla frosting only, obviously) can fix a bad day, and that when you love something — a vintage blouse, a painting, a moment — you should find a way to make it your own.
She’s also the person who tucked notes under my windshield when I was trying to be brave, sent care packages long past college, and once gave me a little fish pin to wear when I felt too small to face a room.
She inspires more of this site than she’ll ever admit — and I’m endlessly proud to have her as a muse.
I now know where I got my love of polaroids from.
I'd take this coat along with the adult size version of that sweater.
Fashionista at a young age.
HS Senior photo which inspired my own HS Senior photos.
We're just a couple of cool girls.
My family transported that piano from Iowa to Arizona and was how I learned piano.
My three muses at Diane's bridal shower.
Diane, Bob and Pepi her beloved childhood poodle.
This little sailor dress is to die for!
