When it comes to me in my skin, I have two main thought patterns. My obvious favorite is when I look and find the beauty, strengths, and abilities I possess. Duh? Right? Acceptance and grace, it always feels good. Never have I felt this more strongly than after giving birth. I floated around postpartum feeling like a kickass queen: “LOOK at what my body did!” Then there’s the other thought pattern, one of disgust and disapproval. Viewing my body as something that needs to be above all else, visually and socially acceptable. Deep smile lines, saggy/flabby thighs, small hooded eyes… unacceptable. I would do everything in my power to change them– to “fix” them– and believed that I could not be acceptable as a whole until these grievances could be rectified.
I really like to swing the full spectrum of emotions, don’t I?
The older I get the less I care on what society has in mind for us women. However, I am and forever will be a recovering perfectionist. Sometimes that drive toward perfection takes over, and I can become obsessed about this, that, and the other thing. But more times than not I try to appreciate my body/face/self for what it is. Mine. Healthy. Capable.
Never in a million years would I imagine myself willingly taking self-portraits WEEKLY much less to find such creativity and inspiration in them. Choosing to let ideas just happen, and to be curious without expectations. I do not love every picture I take, but I don’t love every picture I take of anyone. Why should I be any different? I know women find it uncomfortable to put themselves in front of the camera. But I posit that if we bump up against ourselves time and again in pictures or otherwise, and we view them with the framework of seeing all that we are versus all that we are not we might begin to like what we see a whole lot more. And nothing has changed but our minds.
If you follow me on Instagram (which you totally should, I post often), you know that for most of this year I have challenged myself with taking a self-portrait every week. With anything that is constrained, you’re forced to look for creativity in new ways. It could be movement, color, emotion, light, subject matter, etc. While this has been a growing and expressive outlet for me, occasionally I would love to use this as a way to share things that I enjoy with you. First up, RMS Beauty.
Lipstick is my secret weapon. It helps me become whatever I feel like being at that time. Chic. Badass. Girly. Tough. Unstoppable. Bold.
Almost all of my makeup is by the brand RMS Beauty created by a veteran makeup artist Rose Marie Swift. After learning that many who work in the beauty industry suffer from medical conditions due to the toxins often found in cosmetics, she decided to make beauty healthy with cosmetics that are not only non-toxic and organic but healing and rejuvenating. I have been using RMS Beauty for over 5 years, and I am the biggest fan. If ever I get a compliment of my glowing skin and lipstick, I’m quick to tell them my secret weapons.
I like my makeup to look fresh and natural with the occasional pop of lip color. Here are some of my favorites of this fantastic brand:
The Uncover Up with the foundation brush – One of my very first purchases, and I’ve never strayed. Depending on how much sun I’ve had I use either the “11” or the “22”
Luminizer X Quad – I started with the original Luminizer, but it’s fun to have options, right?
Buriti Bronzer – Perfectly sunkissed, and I’ve read you can use it for contouring if you’re into that.
Lip2Cheek – I am addicted, but my all time favorites are “demure” for blush and “beloved” for a bright red lip.
Lip Shine – My lips are my favorite feature so I love a good pop of color accentuate them. Try “sublime” for a little pop, and “sacred” for a big pop.
Vintage Cake Liner – On the very rare occasion that I use eyeliner, this is my absolute favorite.
I am in no ways a beauty or makeup expert, but I’ve hope you’ve enjoyed this little something different. Go check RMS Beauty out, and if you love it tell your friends.
Welcome to the new and improved Jill Nicole website! As you can see, it’s been awhile since I’ve last posted. Leaves have changed color and fallen, snow and ice made us cuddle up inside, and most spring flowers have made their debut and gone. I’m constantly amazed by how quickly time goes by. Is it just a testament to the early child-rearing years? Or maybe something more convicting, like not living more mindfully? I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking it’s a bit of both.
While our babies were busy learning how to do all the things changes and upgrades where being created, and I’m so glad you’re here to see them! Check out the new images everywhere, but especially in the galleries. Hop on over to the about page for updated info on the gal behind the camera. The heart of this site is more or less the same which makes me smile, and I can’t wait to share what I’ve been working on while this site was cooking.
September has recently found a special place my heart. Previously, it was just any other month. There. But lately, it has become a time to soak up those last perfect days of weather with the girls, time for cool mornings and warm afternoons, time for birthdays, time for the last of the glowing wildflowers.
I really loved all the special memories we made in September.
I simply cannot believe it is already October. The summer started, I blinked, and now it’s fall. There’s the saying “the days are long, but the years are fast” which I definitely agree with, but something about the past few months felt warp speed. That’s one of the many reasons why I’ve taken on this project. It slows down life for me, not only in the moment where I pressing the shutter, but also in looking back.
August was a super fun month. I felt like we celebrated my birthday for two weeks (which I didn’t hate), we hit up all of the kid places in Wichita (splash parks, gardens, parks, zoo, etc.), and we had a great time with Josh’s family in Florida. We did have to drive back due to all the hurricanes, but that’s small potatoes compared to those directly affected.
Isla also started Montessori which has been such a blessing for my somewhat overly inquisitive little lady.
All in all, I’m grateful for what was our fast, full, and fun summer.
When Ilex and I originally schedule our shoot together, we had the intentions of it being a full family affair. Unfortunately, a last minute change made a family session into a mama and her boys session. We definitely missed Michael, but there was also something so wonderful about capturing Ilex exploring Eastborough Park with her boys.
The way Ilex interacts with her boys can best be described as breezy. She has a calm, peaceful spirit that can easily transport her from one thing to another as if it were second nature. Often times I feel clunky or frazzled, so I’m always in awe by this quality.
A beautiful evening with a delightful trio, what more could I want. Enjoy!
My Darling Poppy June,
In the days leading up to your first birthday, I was stricken with a severe case of bittersweet sentiment. How could you be one already?! Didn’t you just make your debut on this earth? Truth be told, your first 6 months were a bit of a blur. I don’t want to rehash all of the things so I’ll just summarize and say, it was tough. Really tough. Maybe a stronger mother wouldn’t have been as affected as I was, but I guess that doesn’t really matter because I am your mom. All of the good, and all of the bad. Your mom.
Let me tell you about you. You are our supreme snuggler. I mean it. No one can snuggle like you can. At a very young age, you would wrap your tiny arms around our necks for hugs. You pretty much solely napped being held until you were around 7 months old despite our best efforts. And even now you love to lay your head on my chest, or crawl up to my legs while I’m doing dishes or getting ready and give a big hug and a pat, pat, pat. And before you lay down to sleep, I’ll hold you in my arms, sway back and forth, and sing you a song. It’s one of my favorite things I get to do in my day. And you don’t like to just cuddle with people. You love all soft things: stuffed animals, blankets, towels, scarves, my shirt. If it’s soft, you grab it and rub it on your cheek.
You eat more than I would imagine to be physically possible for your young age. I’m trying to think if you have a favorite, but nothing is coming to mind because you pretty much eat everything. However, we learned you are not a fan of cake at your birthday party. There was no convincing you; I even tried the next day. Nope. You were not having it. You’ve recently started to point to things that you want which is pretty cute, and would be even cuter if it wasn’t followed by your shrillish banshee cry you use to get our attention.
You love music. It doesn’t seem to matter what kind; you’re an equal opportunist. We’ll be driving in the car, and we’ll hear you clap, clap, clapping to songs you like. Or you’ll become a conductor having your arms out and bouncing when the music moves you. And when you’re crying in the car, 9 times out of 10, if I put on the Sinatra XM station, you’ll stop crying. No other station, just old Blue Eyes. Man, oh man, was that a blessing to figure out. You particularly like it when they play Barbara Streisand. You must be a sucker for schmaltzy singers.
While you are a smiley baby, you aren’t much for laughing. I can count on 2 hands how many times you’ve laughed or giggled, but when you do it lights up my whole world. When you get excited about something you scrunch up your nose and stick out your lips, and breathe in and out of your nose really fast. We call it your bulldog face. I’ve never seen a baby do that before, and I think it’s the cutest dang thing in the world.
A blessing and a curse at times, I am your favorite. You love your mama to the moon and back. When you’re upset, no one else will do. Obviously, I love how much you love me, but when you were at your most challenging self, it felt like the weight of your well being was on my shoulders. The older you get the more and more drawn you are to your dad and your sister. Just the other day you saw Dad’s car pull into the driveway, and you were bouncing your whole body up and down out of excitement. You sure know how to be adorable. And obviously whatever Isla is doing is exactly what you want to be doing.
I could keep going and going, because there is nothing in this world that I love more than my family. I hold all of those special memories close to my heart, and I look forward to all the more memories to hold dear.
P.S. Some pictures from your special day.
New life restores my soul.
That is one of the many reasons why I love newborn lifestyle sessions. The miracle of life can be seen on the faces of everyone in the family. A beaming father. A glowing mother. An adoring sister. How lucky am I that my job consists of me stopping, observing, and capturing love?
Enjoy viewing this adorable family in their first days as a family of four.
We are in our final day of August so it only makes sense for me to share my pictures from July now, right? Oh good. Glad you agree.
July was full of some many great memories. We had visitors from California. Isla went to summer school to see if the school we picked out for the fall was a good fit (it was, shout out Wichita Montessori School). And obviously lots of water activities because, well, it’s summer!
What I want to remember about this month is that Poppy was our super water baby. She loved being in the pool and has no fear of the water (almost to a concerning level). She would happily put her face in the water, splash, be tossed in the air, and just chill at the pool. Plus, that little Poppy in her swimsuits. Heart melt. I’m always surprised by how quickly Isla picks up on things around her, and the things she latches on to. She started saying, “okie dokie alligator!” which I can only assume is a mash-up of “okie dokie artichokie” and “see ya later alligator.” Where ever she got it from, I love it and don’t want to forget it.
Durham, NC is simply one of my favorite places in this world. It has things to do, places to go eat, and better yet people to meet. I have many loved ones who live in Durham and this is truly why I love visiting this city. We left for our trip bright and early (early, early, early) on a Tuesday morning and thankfully the flights went smoothly even with a toddler and a baby in tow. We stayed at our friends Brendan and Alissa’s house, and they are among the best people in this world. It was particularly fun to stay with them because they also have two daughters. Both of which are about 3 months older than our own.
It was fun to see the girls whirl instantly into a friendship. The giddiness and girliness that exuded from our oldest girls would be hard to match. As our trip went on our girls would turn into what seemed more like sisters, loving each other perfectly one minute and absolute meltdowns the next. #toddlergirls #momlife. Our days were filled with donuts, PB&Js, museums, parks, gardens, and friends. At night we had quality time with old friends. We ate delicious food, drank perfectly concocted gin drinks, and laughed till our stomaches were sore. While not a restful vacation it was most definitely the perfect trip, and I am so grateful for all of the memories we had this July.
Before I end this recap of Durham I want to write about someone who has been beyond special to me the past 4 years. She will probably try to refute everything I’m about to write, but let me tell you now that it’s all true. My friend Alissa is a vision of what motherhood should be. She is fun, calm, present, wise, and almost unreasonably patience with her girls. She embodies love. And while her girls are adorable, lovely, kind, and smart, neither one of them have been easy. Actually, they have been pretty hard. I know because luckily she has been vulnerable enough to be real and raw with me, and when I was at my lowest of lows I hung onto words she gave me.
The older I get the more I view friendships as a gift from God. That sounds cheesy, and I hate that but I don’t know how else to phrase it. I did not deserve this friendship. I did not expect this friendship to what it has become. But lucky for me I received it, and it has done more good for my soul than I could have ever imagined. And for that I am extraordinarily grateful.