Wedding Binder Update

Gloria Joy Ink Wedding Binder

When I created my sister’s wedding binder, I never expected it to be so well received! It’s just about the only things pinned from my blog and I’m constantly receiving thanks and some minor requests for modifications. One major request has been for a 2016 calendar. Since I made this almost two years ago, 2016 felt like The Jetsons. But here we are, and the time goes by too quickly, and I must concede that it’s time to add to the calendar.

So here it is! The long awaited 2016 Calendar and then for you crazy planning ladies, the 2017 as well. Now if you must know, I mostly included that because I’m lazy and it’s easier to get it done now that to have a bunch of emails telling me to get on it. I know I’ll wait entirely too long, so here it is, well in advance!

One last thing, there might be a rumor that there will be two new themes of this binder. Not everyone is in love with pink and I will begrudgingly admit that some of the fonts on this current version might ever so slightly be a teensy bit difficult to read. I just love the font I used and stand by it! I also, do share an affinity for many styles, colors and themes, so its fun for me to create variety. Keep a lookout for those upcoming themes within the next couple of months!

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Thinking of a Warmer Time

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I’m having a day where I believe all of the lies. You know the ones, the tiny little self-doubting lies that eat away at you until you feel like a pile of dirty laundry strewn on the floor. The thing I don’t understand is that I KNOW these things not to be true. I KNOW I’m not worthless, or talentless, or dumb, or a complete and utter waste of human tissue but I can’t quite convince my mind to convert what I KNOW into how I FEEL. It’s miserable battling these pesky emotions that have somehow taken over and grown into physical pains. So much of it is fear. Fear that I’ll always be alone. Fear that I won’t hack it with my business to provide financially. Fear that I’ll just let everyone down. I know those are not truths, but they’re feelings and the perspective that feelings bring really make life seem out of whack. Screw that. So now, to calm my nerves, I just look at these photos and think of a warmer time knowing that it won’t always be so frigid. P.S. The temperature is a metaphor. To my life.

Baby Shiloh Shower Invitations

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Sometimes I feel like my brain has no words. I’m trying to write but sentences aren’t coming out. I just want to awkwardly shove these pictures at you and then stare at you all wide-eyed in silence. My problem, it seems, is that there isn’t much to explain here. This is just a simple invitation suite created for a sweet, little boy. The aim was to mix patterns but keep the soft, delicate “babyness”. Polka dots, wood grain, mustaches. Check, check and check.

On the invitation, I created a bunting with his name on it. Originally, it was going to be an actual bunting that was actually threaded. Once you spend over 30 minutes creating just one and say to yourself, only 59 more to go, you quickly decide to change plans. Overall, I’m happy with how they came out. I’m beyond obsessed with the color of the envelope too.

Now here’s the rest of the photos…

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If you’re interest in custom invitations or announcements email me at gloriajoyink(at)gmail(dot)com. I’ll get you set up with a quote and help your ideas come to life!

More Photography Nonsense

Remember that time a couple days ago I said that I wasn’t a real photographer? Well, nothing has changed on that front except that I happened to be in the same room as a couple I know, their newborn daughter and a camera in my hand. So I start clicking. There is nothing unique or innovative about these pictures. Her parents just wanted to capture her newborn goodness before it disappeared.

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One thing I fully underestimated in taking these pictures, is how much color correcting newborns need. Their beautifully furry skin is so blotchy, red and purple. So that takes time, the color correcting. Hanging with this sweet little piece of heaven made me miss having a newborn so bad. If I was in a different position, you better believe I would be asking for a second baby. Circumstances are trying to persuade me otherwise! The good news is that I can be fully content burying my face in Beckett’s neck forcing him to giggle uncontrollably, only stopping to let him catch his breath. That boy, he’s a fun one.

Post Halloween Reflection

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Oh hello, orange door and three-eyed, baby lemur! My mom picked up the lemur costume thinking it was a raccoon. Raccoons and me are like a family joke, I used to be TERRIFIED of them as a kid, but have grown to love and think they are adorable. I even made a painting of one that B is totally obsessed with. It’s like anything raccoons… let’s buy them for Gloria. Except in this case, it was a lemur and not a ‘coon. Oh, close enough, mom. And the door! It’s orange, I know. I don’t care! I love it! a la Icona Pop. It was one of the first cans of paint I bought when I moved in. I knew it would be orange before I even signed the papers to buy the house. I’ll have to get some better exterior pics soon.

As for the halloween decorations, they were done 4 hours in advance of trick or treaters. My mom let me borrow the giant spider and the white string I just had lying around. I love Halloween and decorating, I just didn’t want to spend any money on something that just would’t fully be appreciated, so I didn’t. I also didn’t take Beckett trick or treating. I mean, he’s only 14 months old and the height of his candy connoiseuring are individual Nerds given to him at the grandparents house. Plus, I just had four fillings at the dentist so I certainly didn’t need the candy. He was thrilled enough to just be answering the door with his high-pitched little sing-song voice telling everyone “Hiiiiiiii!” that rang the bell.

Until next year, Halloween.

Sunny Days

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Sunny days are my favorite kind of day followed closely behind by rainy, fall days. This particular day just happened to be right after the photos I took for my sister. My mom tagged along the engagement shoot with my little in tow. Once finished the three of us headed to a field outside a small airport nearby to watch the planes come in. I just love having new experiences with this boy. Slides, swings, planes and dirt; he is equally captivated.

Working from home, is the best scenario I could possibly have. The thing though, is that I’m home. A lot. While B does great playing on his own while mommy works, I get frustrated that he is stuck in the house and not exposed to enough adventure. My mom always instilled that in us. The stopping for the little things. The finding fun in mundane. Antique shops, tourist attractions, and driving down dirt roads just to see where it ends up. I’ve lived in Tulsa my whole life, but it is so fun experiencing it in a whole new way through Beckett’s tiny perspective. I love capturing the little moments and carving out time to find our own adventures.

On Being an Amatuer Photographer…

I don’t even remotely consider myself a photographer. Not even an amateur. I’m just a person holding a camera.
Lately, my sister found her self getting stuck in the wedding vacuum of “To do this, I need to do this first and before that, I really need to do this.” And that can keep going around and around. Specifically, her save the dates. Not wanting to spend hundreds of dollars on a photographer, she asked if I could snap them for her. So then we scheduled a date, then REscheduled a date and scheduled it yet again until one sunny Sunday afternoon we magically found the three of us together and decided to run to a nearby park to take the much talked about pictures. No fancy wardrobe, costume changes, special effects makeup or pageant hair. Just two people in love and a third wheel with a fully charged camera and empty memory card. Go.

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This last picture won first prize for the save the dates. Freaking supermodels. In fact, my sister used to actually model. AND she’s tall, about 5’8″, which tells you that her fiancé is pretty tall too at 6’6″. She spent three months in Tokyo a couple years back before deciding modeling just wasn’t her thing. Now, it’s up to me to get the cards designed and printed no pressure.

I just had two other photo shoots I was booked for. All completely random, out of the blue and unrelated to each other. One was a newborn shoot that I have to finish editing and another engagement session scheduled for tomorrow. I’m an invitation designer, not a photographer. I have to keep telling them “You know I’m not a professional photographer, right?” and “Don’t expect professional photographer results, okay?” Way to self myself, right?!?! They all still said yes, despite me warning them otherwise.

My Master Bedroom

I’ve been wanting to post pictures of my bedroom for awhile, each morning I would wake up and tell myself, “today is the day I photograph my bedroom.” And then things like catching up on my Hulu shows that are admitted horrible and a total timesuck (Revolution??? but not my Mindy Project. DON’T you talk about my Mindy..) seemed to always get in the way. Fact, I am a total TV slut there isn’t much I won’t watch. Seriously, Siberia anyone?

Today though, oh glorious today, the stars and sunlight aligned allowing me to tidy and photograph my room. Still have a few projects to complete, but I’m pretty happy with the progress I’ve made on my little purple house in only three months. My bedroom is definitely one of my more finished rooms. I love waking up in here, with the sun brightly filling every nook and cranny, my crisp down comforter and oh my gosh, my mattress. It’s exactly what I want a mattress to be like. Plush and heavenly. My bed and mattress are my first big purchase since being a single person and let me just say that I freaking deserve this. It’s been over a year since my husband and I split and I’m still not used to sleeping alone but having a bed I’m totally in love with helps ease the ache. Also, so does bebe. He spent the night in my bed last night and I woke up laying completely parallel with the headboard and Beckett smushed in the middle. My head and feet hanging off of the bed and all. Oh, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Now, let me introduce you to a good ol’ fashioned photobomb.

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These are the adorable but pesky little tables from Target. You know how they always have those oh so cute and oh so tiny tables at the stores in their rotation. Like what is this? A table for ants? When I lived with the in-laws I needed a small media console, so bought two and shoved them together. Now they just hang out at the end of my bed and are pretty dang useful to throw junk on. But it frustrates me, what else do people use the tiny tables for? It keeps me up at night.

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My curtains are another favorite part of my room. They feel a bit more grand in person.

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Here’s my little reading nook. After I refinished the footstool and chair, I was given this sofa table came to be a perfect little nightstand and tops off the corner nicely. I’m debating putting some rub n buff on it but feel like it might get too washed out. I kind of feel like it helps ground the corner and metallic might be a little overkill… Decisions

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I created this yellow painting during one episode of the X-Files. The canvas used to be some cheap $30 art and I didn’t care for it so I painted over it. Free art and I’m so happy with the way it came out. I especially love the break from the blue and green. And I LOVE the blue and green.
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Ah, my two dollar mirror. And I can’t say “two dollars” without thinking about Better Off Dead. I love that movie. The mirror though, is from the ReStore and thats how much I paid for it. The only thing I’ve done to it is stick a glass knob in it’s knobless hole.UntitledUntitled

My bedroom kind of reads like a Target catalog. It accounts for about half of the stuff in here. My accessories have all been thrifted from around the house and I keep it like this all the time, meaning I didn’t just stage things for the pictures. Beckett has a passion for putting things inside the coral on the bottom of the nightstand (socks, hole punches, lipgloss and books are all found inside there from time to time), and ripping out the books on the tiny table, other than that he leaves mommy’s things alone.

Can I just gush a little more about how I love my room? Sometimes it’s not just the decor, but what that space signifies. After a year of living at my in laws and bringing my newborn home to somebody else’s house it feels pretty fantastic to have a house that belongs to me. To have a room that is exactly how I want it to be. To paint exactly how I want to paint. To move furniture around on a whim because I can. I’ve got my roots put down here and ready for what comes next.

Tiny Love

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I’m having one of those moments that I am so hopelessly in love with Beckett that every movement he makes leaves me inches from bursting into tears.

Maybe it’s the way he so skillfully replaces the monkey paci in his mouth for his sippy cup and then back to the paci.
Maybe it’s the way he climbs me like a ladder when I’m sitting in bed with the heel of his foot press firmly into my jugular to reach whatever hidden treasures he is convinced exists at the top of the headboard.
Maybe it’s the way he dive bombs on my laptop and expects me to catch him when he gives up on the mythical headboard treasures.
Maybe it’s the way he patters around the house waving a paintbrush and brushing the walls just like his mommy.
Or maybe it’s his power of persuasion when he brings me items he deems important and grunts and squeals until I too have accepted the items importance by taking new ownership of said item.

Whatever it is, I’m totally hooked.

Monogrammed Stationery

monogrammed stationery Can I just start this post by confessing that the shirt I wore to work today is one that I’ve also been sleeping in for the past three nights. That’s what’s great about being a “creative professional”. Outfits get to be a little riskier and I get to roll out of bed, throw on a bra, skinny jeans, and a blazer. Ta Da! Instant outfit.

So this stationery was designed as a gift to be given to an orthodontist. The intention behind it is for a personal stationery so it wouldn’t have business branding on it, but still something that reflects the final recipient’s profession. It has a “hidden message that you see when opening the card underneath the monogram circle. It reads “Smile, it looks good on you.” Get it? Teeth? Smile? Moving on, I printed this on ice gold metallic paper that has such a beautiful sheen on it when you’ve got it in hand.

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If you’re interest in custom invitations or announcements email me at gloriajoyink(at)gmail(dot)com. I’ll get you set up with a quote and help your ideas come to life!

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