I owe you a blog post. Heck! I owe you 4 blog posts! Well, I can give you one for now. So let me start with Matthew & Erin Wetzel – two of my best friends. I shot their wedding in 2008, their maternity portraits in 2010 and we just recently did a newborn session with baby Phoebe Isobel. That tells you how long it’s been since I’ve shot this session! Yeek! Needless to say they have a photographer for their family for life.

I met Matt and Erin at their home in Tacoma before we set out. They wanted an urban engagement-style maternity session so we headed down to Thea Foss Waterway and Museum of Glass. We caught the last minutes of daylight in early December. I have to say, for my first maternity session these came out pretty good!

love!

It’s no doubt these two love each other very much. I am SO happy for them and I just know they’re going to be amazing and loving parents. <3

Oh! And you should probably follow Erin’s blog. She’s got some great stuff on there about farm fresh food, crafts, healthy homes and the baby!

Well, I think everything is in a name. A name gives personality, character, meaning to most anything. And spelling someone’s name correctly means so much.

I am very happy with the name I was given. Some of you know the story behind my name. Like most people, my name wasn’t the first that was chosen.

So, I’m adopted. My biological mother, if she kept me, was going to name me after her sister: Cynthia. I tell that to a lot of people and they take a step back, look at me and say, “No, you’re not a Cynthia.” Sorry, Aunt Cindy!

When I was handed over to my parents, Chuck and Peggy, they were tossing around potential names. Beulah (pronounced Bew-lah) was a joke for awhile. Ha. Ha. Then they thought, “How about Red?” Yes, Dad, Red Wagoner is PERFECT. Mind you, my dad’s name is Chuck. Chuck Wagoner. Chuck Wagon.

Finally they got serious. My dad wanted to name me Stacy and my mom was hoping for Sarah. Obviously, Dad won. [Side note: my biological family found me this year and I find out that I have two half-sisters and a half-brother. One sister named Sarah and the other named Sara. How weird would it have been if my mom got her way? My brother, Kylan, would introduce us, "These are my sisters, Sara(h)."]

The point I am trying to make is that it is important to someone if you spell their name correctly. Especially if they have a business. My name is Stacy Wagoner. I own Stacy Wagoner Photography. I hope that people, when making reference to my company or telling their friends about me would spell it correctly. I won’t get any business if people are looking for Stacey Wagoner Photography!

I keep making reference to Sheri Baldwin of Sheri Baldwin Photography. She has this problem too. People often spell her name with two “r”s. We joke about how people spell our names incorrectly. When we read our misspelled name, she reads her name “Sherrrrrrrrrri” and I read mine as “Staceeeeeeeeey.” It’s silly, but we’ve come to the realization that no one, even if our names are right in front of their faces, will spell our names right. But I hope by reading this, you will remember how to spell S-T-A-C-Y. (o_0)

I own stacywagoner.com… I suppose I could buy the rights to staceywagoner.com, but that would defeat the purpose.