The peas to my carrots

Sweater: c/o Karen Kane, Shorts:lei {so long ago, you could probably call them vintage}, Shoes: Target, Bag: Vintage Gucci, Shades: F21, Bracelets: DIY, F21, Guess, Premier, Watch: Movado {Gift}

Last night, as I was putting an {extremely delicious, homemade. (homemade=only one part explicitly came from a box)} dinner together for Dusty and me-self, I had the brilliant idea to kill some time playing around with some different lenses and my ring. Ya know, just for practice in using my creative license. I won't bore you with the details of that little adventure. {Because I'd probably break into tears recounting it.} I'll just say that I thought my camera was broken. My baby. My sweet little baby that I have been shooting with for a month. Broken on Thursday with a wedding on Friday. Dusty called. I held my junk together. And I acted like an adult. And I patted myself on the back for said responsibility. And then Dusty walked in the door. And I. Lost. It. Not like a sweet, sobbing maiden. Like an incomprehensible ohmygoshmycameradinnerbestwhatamIgonnadobuySaturdayThursdaywedding. All between muttering similar concerns to the Best Buy lady on the other end of the phone. One second it was "baby, I'm home, how are you." and the next, I was a little puddle on the floor gasping for breath to explain my problem to the Best Buy lady who I half forgot I was on the phone with while Dusty tried to console me. When I finally established that they {BB} could do nothing at the moment, all the while pacing the floor and casting nervous glances back at my camera bag, I returned to Dusty, teary-eyed and sweating. And guess what. He had fixed it. He snapped that little piece right back in and explained that the "scratched" part played no role in the image quality. And then he hugged me and told me that everything was ok. And that was the best part. He is the peas to my carrots. When I fall apart. He picks up the pieces and puts them back together. And then he tells me it's ok to cry over silly things. And go shopping to make myself feel better. And burn the bread. And he does it with a smile.

I {heart} peas.

Love,

Ramsey

P.S. This sweater is the snuggliest, comfiest sweater ever and I have a feeling that I will wear it to the point of unsanitary come fall.