Hi! I’m Lyndsay Almeida, a lifestyle photographer based in sunny North Florida. This blog is about my life, and here you'll find recent photoshoots, crafty projects, style posts, photography tips, and rambles about my family and faith.
My motto is: "Life is messy. Life is beautiful." And as a lifestyle photographer, my goal is to capture the sometimes messy (but always beautiful!) moments in life - for my own family and my clients. Those are often the ones that turn out to be most important; the little moments we want to remember forever. I'm passionate about working with families and though I'm based in the Sunshine State, I often travel to clients for photo shoots.
If we're going to be blog friends here are a few more things you should know:
I love Jesus Christ and strive to live a life that honors Him. My husband, Anderson, and I have the cutest little boy in the world. His name is Kingston Rock and he's feisty, hilarious, and payback for everything I did wrong as a child.
I started Pink Coffee Photo six years ago; and as you can see, bright colors (and coffee) make me a happy girl!
Thrift stores are my favorite places to shop, and most of my "down time" is spent making crafty DIY projects and decorating (and redecorating) our home.
You can check out some of my favorite post categories on the right.
I got to take pictures of the Skipper family while they were here on vacation from Kansas a few weeks ago! Working with people who are “on holiday” in Florida is one of my favorite things. They are already in that vacation/party mode that makes them super relaxed and easy to work with. And it’s fun to be part of their vacation memories! The Skippers were an absolute joy to hang out with… all EIGHT of them!
Right: I’m so not ready for him to start preschool. Just wanna keep him in my pocket for the next 15 years!
Left: This is Red. It’s dinner time on the Hyatt Farm.
Right: My Mom makes it her goal to domesticate all the farm animals, so they all get too close for (my) comfort. In other news: we got to watch the Brazilian cowboy help Grandpa catch a calf that escaped. Pretty exciting Friday night! #whoneedsthezoo
Left: There’s a restaurant in Georgia with a Friday Night seafood buffet that Anderson frequently fantasizes about. We went with my parents
a few weeks ago, so he could get his fix. This pretty courthouse building is right behind the restaurant.
Right: Pool Feet!
Left: This a typical picture with my family. Anderson and I aren’t standing together, at least one kid is hiding or nose picking, my niece looks like a model, Kingston is in a death grip planning his escape, and my Dad is squished in the back smiling proudly.
Right: More of my Mom’s pets.
Left: These little guys take forever when you’re 3, and you’re trying to be really patient. :)
Right: Allow me to introduce you to Romeo & Juliette. This, my friends, is your new go-to appetizer. Guava jelly (or paste) from the ethnic food aisle and mozzarella cheese. Slice the cheese and top it with jelly. Done. When your friends rave about it, just casually shrug your shoulders and say, “Oh, yeah. It’s Brazilian.” Now they think you’re exotic. ;) You’re welcome.
Not being afraid to look like idiots at the reception = good wedding guests.
Left: Saw my reflection on the side of my car and realized I was dressed like an 11-yr-old skater boy. Also, hello fake tall person – lens distortion?!
Right: We swam laps this afternoon. Every time I do that it takes me back to high-school when I did lifeguard training and was so out of shape
I had to do my friends’ inhaler after we swam our laps test. I don’t even have asthma. :)
Left: Uncle Anderson’s soccer camp. Right: Kingston kissing his cars.
This is the time of year when we moms get really busy, and sometimes it’s hard to even think about style when we have little ones to take here, there, and everywhere! Come find out five simple ways to mix things up and add a little spice to your wardrobe this month.
Throwing it way back on this Throwback um… Wednesday.
These are my girlfriends, Brooke and Becky, in 2008. And this is the story of how they became some of my most treasured friends.
Let’s go back to early 2006, okay?
On a Tuesday morning I sat in my Mom’s “pink room” (a super girly spot where she reads her Bible every day) and stared at my parents. My eyes were swollen and puffy from a night full of more crying than sleep, and I had to make a big decision. One of the biggest of my life. I remember saying, “I don’t know what to do” over and over. They prayed for me to have clarity. I didn’t. I had a head full of cobwebs. So I had to rely heavily on their wisdom in that moment. Decisions needed to be made quickly. It was Tuesday, and I was supposed to get married on Friday. There was no time to waste. So as I sat in a daze my parents started making phone calls. I was “calling off” my wedding.
Some of the first phone calls were to my bridesmaids. And their reactions were as different as they were the same. They were sad for me but ready to rally in any way needed. One of the girls wasn’t even in town yet, but at some point they all decided to meet at a friend’s house later that week to get a game plan together. They wanted to help call through the guest list to let everyone know about the cancellation, but my dad said, “This was our party. I’ll make the calls.” (And he did. To several hundred people.) So instead my friends divided up the list and called everyone to see if they wanted their gifts back. Ha! One of those things you never even think about, right? I mean, did you know that was protocol? What a crappy assignment. But they did it gladly. (And only one person wanted his gift back-ha! That still cracks me up!) Then the girls decided they had to plan something on the actual wedding day. So we spent the whole day at the spa and went to dinner that night. I think they took me shopping too. I told them I couldn’t handle a massage (lying on a table alone with my thoughts for 50 minutes sounded like torture), so one of them volunteered to do a body scrub with me. And can I just tell you how painful that thing was?! Have you ever had a body scrub? I do not recommend it! But we laughed through the whole thing, and when I needed her most – she was a friend. And when I broke down that night in the middle of dinner – they were all friends. And when I’d call them crying during the weeks after everything settled down – they were friends. They brought me junk food and movies and took me to do random stuff to keep me busy. One day at a time. One foot in front of the other. One more new pair of shoes. :) They gave me advice when I asked for it, listened when I needed to talk (and talk and talk), and just hugged me when I needed to cry.
In the 8 years since that weekend I’ve remained close with most of those girls, but I’m closest to the two in the picture above. We’ve been through so much since then. Several boyfriends, two weddings, new babies – three kids total, vacations, family deaths, and a lot more spa days! They were my first “big girl” friends. Friends I didn’t grow up with; friends I chose. And I’m so thankful for them. They’ve taught me what it means to be a loyal friend who isn’t scared to get down in the messy pit with people they love. One who isn’t scared to make a phone call even though they know there will be tears on the other end and no adequate words to heal the wounds. They’ve taught me that when people you love are hurting you just do something. Anything.
My friendship with these girls has taught me how to be a better friend to others. Instead of doing nothing because “I don’t know what to say” I’ve learned to act when I know a friend is hurting. Sometimes it’s a special delivery of donuts to a friend’s backdoor when she’s having a horrible week. Sometimes it’s a prayer on the phone or a hug when they don’t want to talk. Sometimes it’s babysitting even though I don’t have time. It’s getting messy; because life is messy.
And that’s what friends do.
PS – I wish I could tell you the whole wedding story. Things have come full circle, and while I’ve always trusted God’s plan with the situation he’s allowed me to see the “why.” And I don’t think we get that very often in our faith journeys. I’m so grateful for his grace. Maybe one day I can share more. I really hope so. I know some of you would be so encouraged in the midst of your own struggles. But now isn’t the right time.
PPS – My parents are amazing. If it wasn’t for their support I wouldn’t have had the strength to make a very tough decision. But I wrote a post about them earlier this month. We can’t have them monopolizing my website or anything. :)