Hi! I’m Lyndsay Almeida, a lifestyle photographer based in sunny North Florida. My blog is full of photoshoots, crafty projects, outfit posts, photography tips, and rambles about my family and faith.
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I love Jesus Christ and strive to live a life that honors Him. My husband, Anderson, and I have the cutest little boy (Kingston Rock) in the world. It's true. There was a scientific study, and he won. I adore our little family!
I started Pink Coffee Photo five 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.
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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. :)
– Some of our friends got married this weekend and threw a great party! We (and the rest of the crazy guests) had a blast on the dance floor. :) And they ended the night with an old-school ice cream truck!
– Kingston and I were cuddling on the couch one morning watching cartoons (we sit and talk while he drinks his milk every morning then turn on the tv) when Anderson came in the back door. We were surprised, because he was supposed to be at work. The surprise got even better when we realized he’s been to the store and was going to make us breakfast! A main water line broke downtown, and his office building was closed, so he had to work from home. We didn’t mind it at all.
– Coming home and thinking, for one horrific second, that our house was robbed and ransacked. Then realizing (with relief) that nope. We’re just slobs.
– I looked out our front window one afternoon and thought it was weird that the neighbors had a car in their driveway that looked just like Anderson’s. Then it hit me. That car looked JUST LIKE Anderson’s car. I sent Kingston into the garage to make sure both cars were there. No. The Mini Cooper was missing. Anderson was playing guitar and had no idea what was going on until I frantically yelled for him to go get his car. It had backed down our driveway, across the road, and parked almost perfectly in the neighbor’s driveway. Thankfully it missed two mailboxes. And it’s only happened again once. Also, this is how you know your husband is completely stressed out and can’t remember to put his parking break on. The man needs a nap.
– Chapped lips. Help! My lips have been so dry/chapped for about a month. I’ve tried everything – Chapstick, Vaseline, coconut oil… any ideas?
– Sometimes Kingston says, “I don’t like you.” And just as I’m about to tell him how rude that is he’ll say, “But I LOVE YOU!” in his best game show host voice. Some days I sit and explain that it’s not really nice to say that. And some days I just look at him and say, “Yeah. Same here.”
– I cannot stand seagulls. Every since that fateful day during college when I got pooped on twice in one afternoon. I guess I should hate the lame tourists who were feeding the birds Cheetos, but anyway… a few weeks ago we were at the beach playing and I was minding my own biz eating some carrot sticks when a bunch of seagulls swarmed me. And one of the brave ones snatched a carrot right out of my hand and bit my finger in the process! We are now mortal enemies. Me and all the birds.
– Why do smoke detector batteries only die in the middle of the night? Every single time.
– We’re still doing the clean eating thing at home. And I burnt some asparagus the other night. No news there! It could be the lack of meat in my diet, but I swear that burnt asparagus tasted a little like bacon. Maybe don’t try it on purpose. But if you accidentally burn things on a regular basis, (like me) give this one a try before you throw it away!
– Last week I read this deep, emotional article that a mom wrote to her future daughter-in-law. It was sweet, but all I could think about was how short the letter would be if I wrote one to my future daughter-in-law. Mine would just say, “I’m really sorry.”
I saw this picture of Candace Cameron Bure on Facebook and had to copy her hair! Do you follow her? I really like her! She gets so much negativity for being outspoken about her faith, but I think she handles it well. Anyway, I want her hair guy. :)
My shoes are from Chelsea Crew (via Zulily). I’ve had this dress forever. It used to have big bell sleeves that made it look dated, so I haven’t worn it in a long time. I was getting ready to put it in the go-away pile but decided on a whim to cut the sleeves off and see what happened. Why not?! Basically I was left with an unfinished hem, so I had to add some lace. I like it though! The fun necklace was a gift from a friend, and the denim clutch is so old I have no idea where it came from!
I always work like a mad woman doing photoshoots and designing Christmas cards from September – December, because that’s when everyone wants family pictures! And I really kinda like that crazy pace. Then last year I got a wake up call and realized that I needed to slow down a little… for my health and sanity! And I thought I did. I didn’t take quite as many shoots and didn’t work as far into December. But then I got really sick at the end of the year and realized that I hadn’t slowed down enough. My body was so worn down!
Now I’m a whole year wiser though. And I totally know better! Okay, actually Anderson told me I better not do that again this fall. ;)
So… if you’re thinking about doing a family session for your Christmas cards this fall (or just because) let’s talk soon! I’m already booking into September, and the dates I have available will fill up very fast this year. I hate turning people away, but I had to do it last year and anticipate a repeat of that this fall. Don’t be the person I have to say “no” to, because I might cry! And nobody wants to see that. :) I do a reminder post like this almost every year, and book up completely shortly after!
This picture is pretty much unrelated to the post. Except that it ties in the whole “listening to Anderson” thing. He’s been telling me for years that I should take on some corporate clients and do head-shots. He has worked for several companies who bring in photographers a few times a year for this type of work, and they make ridiculous money. (Like 4x what I charge!) But for years I’ve been saying, “Heck no.” I did that one time. White backdrop, lights, off-camera flash. The whole deal. And I hated it so much. It just wasn’t fun. (The clients were awesome! Just not the work.) So I turned down every similar opportunity that came up ever since then. Until Whitney called. She’s a client who’s family I’ve worked with a lot. And I really, really like her. She told me she wanted to bring me in for “not stuffy” head-shots and even had the idea to use her company’s warehouse as a backdrop. I talked to Anderson, and of course he told me to do it. So I did. And it’s been an amazing experience. For me. Hopefully for them too. :) From now on, I vow to listen to my husband… a little more.