our one year anniversary!

I really can’t believe it’s been a year since our wedding.  People say the first year goes fast but holy cow.  Fast is an understatement.  From the honeymoon, to moving out of our apartment and into our first home, to getting our crazy dog, Rue, and to all the mini-trips, this year has just flown.  We are past the newlywed stage for more “aww, so fresh” comments.  Now it’s onto the “ohh, babies anytime soon?” comments. (Which happens all the time).

We decided it would be a great idea to get away for a few days to celebrate this milestone and to just spend some time alone together.  Being in ministry, you don’t get a ton of that alone time, so we figured this was the perfect chance to take a break and refresh.  What better place than a secluded cabin in Brown County, Indiana.  Seriously, I was throwing a tantrum when we had to leave this was that great.  God blessed us with perfect weather (a lovely 70 degrees and sunny) so we were able to get out and hike, shop, explore..all that fun stuff!  I thought I’d share some of the photos from our trip, since that’s kinda what I do 🙂

DAY 1.

 downtown Nashville (Indiana, not Tennessee), a quick trip to the national park & our lovely cabin

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day 2.

I got up with the sun to get some sunrise worth it.  We made breakfast and relaxed before heading off for a morning of hiking in the park.  It was so perfect outside, didn’t even need a jacket.  Then we finished the day off with a trip to the town for dinner. (Which, if you ever go to Brown County, be forewarned that it’s kind of an old people town.  Everything was closed so we ended up having to eat at this old country restaurant that was closing in 20 minutes…we still had fun though.. haha)DSC_0096 DSC_0097 DSC_0100 DSC_00100 DSC_0119 DSC_0121 DSC_0122 DSC_0124 DSC_0128 DSC_0129 DSC_0133 DSC_0134 DSC_0148 DSC_0154 DSC_0157 DSC_0162 DSC_0163 DSC_0166 DSC_0170 DSC_0175 DSC_0208 DSC_0210 DSC_0213 DSC_0220 DSC_0221 DSC_0224 DSC_0227 DSC_0230 DSC_0231 DSC_0234 DSC_0241 DSC_0245 DSC_0246 DSC_0251

day 3.

Today..SO not ready to leave.  After the little heat wave, it stormed all night and then snowed this morning.  It was so pretty in the cabin, though.  We packed up, headed back to town and finished our getaway with coffee and breakfast at this cute little coffee shop called the Daily Grind.  DSC_0254 DSC_0256 DSC_0258 DSC_0266 DSC_0268 DSC_0271 DSC_0276

Really, this post is more for myself.  Matt and I had so much fun this weekend, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.  There is so much to say about our first year, I’ll have to do it in another post I guess.  But at least I found some time to share the photos! 🙂


frame of mind

This has already been such a fun year.  God has been guiding me through this whole “self-employed” thing, and thank goodness for that because I have no idea what I’m doing.  I find myself daydreaming a lot (not unlike Walter Mitty?), and when I come back to real life I have all of these great ideas with how I want to better myself and my business.  It was only a few weeks ago that I started thinking about being a kid, partly because I’m getting a little tired of being an adult (Bills really do suck.  People aren’t joking about that stuff.) and partly because this whole process is forcing me to figure out who I am.  And in order to figure out who I am, I’ve had to think a lot about who I’ve been in the past.

People always tell you to think back to your childhood and try to remember what you were passionate about.  This is supposed to guide your decision on what career choice you should choose.  I guess if you’ve been building things since you could stack blocks then you’re more likely to be an architect or a construction worker.  So anyway, I’ve always thought about my childhood…what did I do then that still intrigues me today?  I always wanted to believe that I spent all my time designing clothes or discussing books with my friends so that I could become the next Vera Wang or wealthy book editor.  Yea.  No, I spent my time playing with Ariel Barbie in the bathtub until her head dissolved and fell off.  I was the kid who took my mom’s recipes and traced her handwriting with my blue Crayola marker so that I could pretend I could write in cursive.  And I danced.  A lot. But with every “passion” I had as a kid, it was always replaced with something new.  Barbies turned into American girls turned into real friends (of which I did not play in the bathtub with or pop off their heads, just to clarify).  And you can’t do much with tracing, right?  And dancing…well.  My best friend posted this picture on my Facebook the other day, tagging my other best friend to laugh about how true it was about me, so there’s that.

So as I’ve grown, I really haven’t gotten much out of my childhood talents.  I did write a lot, and that’s something I still do today.  I would love to publish a book, but I can never think of what to write..and it doesn’t make an immediate income, as any of you writers know.  I had given up on believing I would ever truly follow through with a passion, so when photography came along it was hard to imagine it would ever become a career.  I would go up and down on my thoughts about it.  As soon as I messed something up, or got a bad critique in one of my photography classes, I would tell myself “never again” and try to think of another career choice.   Even to this day, I have frequent fights with myself about my ability to do this.  I don’t know all of the technological terms about a lens.  I don’t know all of the functions of my camera.  I don’t have the best equipment, or the money to buy the best equipment (donations can be made out to Emily Richardson…..).  And I suck at self-motivation (daily struggles: Get out of bed, bum. Talking to the dog instead of doing the laundry is not productive. Dancing to this song with your lying hips will not help you get things done today, etc.) 

Aside from all of this, for the first time in my life I am passionate about my passion.  I may fail.  I may fail again.  But I don’t want to give up on this, because when I look back on the photos I took when I was a senior in high school, I want to shred them.  I really want to throw them away.  And that’s what gives me hope.  I look at my photos now, and they are far from perfect.  Far.  They are also far from the work I did in high school.  I have grown, immensely.  I actually know what it means to work with light.  I know what 85mm 1.4 means.  I can get a pretty clear photo in a poorly lit room with my crappy lens.  Still working on the rest, but if I gave up now, I would miss out on the growth I could potentially gain from hard work and failure.

It’s all God, guys.   I am not a motivated person.  I don’t like work.  I really, honestly believed I’d be a stay at home mom by now, chillin’ with babies and sitting around all day (although I probably do way more sitting around than any mom I know.). I never wanted a career.  But here I am, doing something that’s totally out of my hands.  It’s not at all where I thought I would be.  I quit a steady, full time job to do this unpredictable work.  It was a step of faith, and even though I’m not yet where I dream to be, I’m taking continual steps of faith to get there.  Jesus is my motivation, and if I’m seeking to glorify him through this season of life, I can’t fail.  So there, that’s my “go get ’em” speech for you.  Every blog needs one (or five).

Also, I was wrong about tracing my mom’s handwriting.  It actually has come in handy.  (Get it..handy??)  (Yea, I went there.)  Through the years, hand-writing is something I have continually done.    Starting with those recipes, moving onto full pages of typography in the form of favorite quotes and songs in high school, and now onto a second small (VERY small) business of making hand painted signs, like the one below. I named my business after this blog, modern mildred designs.  Go to that link and message me, I’ll totally make you a sign if you’d like!

So maybe people are right, when they say your childhood frames who you will be in the future.  I was creative.  And God has formed that into something so much bigger than myself.

Thanks for reading, friends.



come on in: a tour of (part of) our first home

I’ve been thinking about the direction of this blog, and as much as I LOVE posting my “work photography,” I think it’d be great to post some personal stuff as well.  Well, I just cleaned the house yesterday, and finally finished a few projects I’ve been working on (like actually hanging up some pictures) so what better time to show you guys the makings of our first home!

My husband and I lived in an apartment for a whole three months before we decided “shoot, let’s just buy a whole house!” So we found one, and better yet it’s across the street from some really fantastic friends.

I love this place.  I’m so glad we decided to buy because being able to do whatever I want, wherever I want, is pretty fantastic.  Oh, spilled something on the carpet?  At least we don’t have to pay a fee!  Sick of that wall?  Yea, we’re planning on knocking it down like, asap.  How ’bout some new floors?  Done.  The linoleum we thought was cream was actually once white, so thank goodness we covered that crap up with some nice wood floors!

It’s really great.

So to start, I’ll let you see my living/dining room!  (They’re basically the same room..that’s just the way it goes in a small house, you know.)  You can’t see any of the other rooms yet, they aren’t finished..but maybe someday! Says every home owner who never actually finishes said rooms.
But first, I’ll show you the “before’s” from the previous owners, just so you can get an idea of what we’ve done to the place so far!

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It was a little bright for our we painted everything.  So worth the difference! It looks like a completely different house.

DSC_0255DSC_0923 DSC_0275 DSC_0246I made a banner for our fireplace out of some old post cards written to my great grandmother.  I was excited to finally make use of them since they were just sitting in a box for the longest time!  I love putting those personal touches around the home; I think it makes everything seem a little more unique.


This is our Rue baby.  She’s a six month old lab puppy and a little devil at 6 a.m. and 10 p.m.  She loves paper, pens, sunglasses, and shoes…  but we have no clue what we’d do without her.

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Chalkboards.  Can’t get enough of ’em.

Hopefully something here made you feel at home!

Now, let’s just hope I can keep it this clean for over two days…