They were... not. They were unphased, essentially.
Who's e.francis supposed to be? What does that even mean? Who would ever see this?
I explained that e.francis was a pseudonym and no one really reads it. Ahh, family. So humbling.
Who's e.francis supposed to be? What does that even mean? Who would ever see this?
I explained that e.francis was a pseudonym and no one really reads it. Ahh, family. So humbling.
Later this summer I decided to join Instagram for me/e.francis. It was time for Ms. Francis to have a first name. Those who stumble upon Dots might feel a closer connection when the author is not hiding her first name. Eve was available to satisfy the initial "e", which never meant anything in particular. So now I'm Eve.
Only you, a stumbler upon, and I will know that Eve Francis is a pseudonym, and that she used to go by just E.
Eve Francis is here!
Eve Francis is here!
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Eve Francis on Instagram. I don't have a real knack for taking insta-worthy pictures with my cell phone, nor do I like spending lots of time, pausing my day, trying. I did determine, however, that I want the point of my picture feed to be recording things that make me happy. It's an Eve Francis happy memories series. |
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The person who got me interested in Instagram was Phyllis Grant, and the reason I found her was a post on Dinner a Love Story. From Dash and Bella I found 5 Second Rule and her Instagram. Fun fact -- I had pizza the same exact day both Phyllis and Cheryl posted about it from California. Crazy. I know. Just sit with it. |
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I will most definitely be buying the My New Roots book in 2015. On the right, a stunning picture from Cheryl Sternman Rule. |
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In addition to foodies, I follow my share of designers/stylists/DIYers, like Emily and Jenny. |
So, that's it.
E is out. Eve is here. And I'm in charge.
Welcome!
E is out. Eve is here. And I'm in charge.
Welcome!
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