hello!

first things first, my name is britt. not mattie. or myrtle. my girls are the louise sisters, lola & liza.

mattie myrtle. ohh mattie myrtle.

mattie: my granny. my mom’s mom.

myrtle: my nanny. my dad’s mom.

I wanted to name both my girls Mattie Myrtle. no one else loved it as much as me. lola louise and liza louise it was. it’s southern enough I suppose. but mattie myrtle, nothing will top my love for mattie myrtle.

but seriously. here’s my short but sweet “why mattie myrtle”.

I do not have enough images of my time and moments with them. my goal for this business is to give to you what I know in years to come you will want and need. your kids will want and need. their kids will want and need. as the years have gone by I have new regrets of photos not taken, things not documented. one day all we will have left are memories and photos if we are lucky. my granny {mattie} suffered from dementia for years, her memories couldn’t be remembered or shared but photos could have been.

if I could go back to mars drive and document the monkey grass lined sidewalk leading up to mattie’s front door, or her cooking our sunday lunch again, I would. if I could go back to mars drive and document all the cousins sitting in myrtle’s living room, or all of us playing marbles at the kitchen table, I would. there are so many things that are etched in my brain but that I will never adequately be able to describe to my girls. if I could go back and document all those little things, I would. the basket filled with coloring books under the side table by the couch. the barney bag I made-up for my cousins. the place settings for thanksgiving that we did every year. the framed butterflies in the bathroom that I never understood but would love to have them in my own bathroom now. so so so many things. and yes, my grandparents lived right next door to each other. I can only imagine the images I could create showing that if I still could.

so here I am. making up for my mistakes in the past via you. I am confident in my ability to document what is needed to tell your story. the perfect and the imperfect. I will never go back to posed and forced photography. it is just not my thing. I actually don’t think its anyone’s thing…but that’s my opinion.

so please, come join me and let’s document the hell out of living. really living.

consider me your family historian.