Katie Jane Goulah, of Katie Jane Photography is awesome, super positive and encouraging and everything you’d want for a wedding photographer or a Twitter buddy. (And isn’t her logo so cute you want to eat it up?!?) She totally breaks the stereotype that all New Yorkers are assholes. Either that, or she’s SUPER good at hiding it… Besides, anyone who dresses as nostalgic video game characters for Halloween is automatically jerk-free.
Fun Fact about Katie Jane that you (and she) did not know: Katie Jane has plans to grow up to be an old Southern lady, complete with giant handbag and church hat, just so she can have tea with people and ask how their beaus are.
What would you eat if it were your last meal?
Crab-stuffed sole, garlic mashed potatoes, broccoli with cheese, and chocolate gelato for dessert. (Crab-stuffed sole is my husband’s specialty and it’s my favorite thing to eat everrrr. So good.)
What is your favorite piece of clothing?
Do shoes count? If so, the brown, knee-high boots I bought on our honeymoon in Florence, Italy. As excited as I am for warmer weather, I have pretty much worn my boots everyday since we got back from our honeymoon in October, and I’ll miss wearing them for the summer. They go with everything I own.
What’s your earliest memory from your childhood that you can recall?
It’s sort of an ordinary memory. I was probably two, maybe almost three. I am standing at a window at our little red bricked house in Amarillo, Texas wearing a rainbow colored knit cap – even though I’m pretty sure it was warm out – and I have Mr. Potato Head’s green pipe in my mouth. The sun is going down and slanting in through the window. My dad is coming up the driveway in a suit – I guess he’s just getting home from work – and I am standing at the window waiting for him to walk in the door and sort of jumping up and down. My mom is cooking something, and the news is on in the background. Our Schnauzer – Sparky – is standing next to me, and I pull on his tail (so mean!), and then we both run to the door as my dad walks in. I don’t know why I remember this SO vividly, but I always have.
What do you find comfort and joy in?
My husband. (Obvious answer, I guess.) Our cats: Boo Radley & Olive. When our whole family is together in one place – either my husband’s family or mine. I love being in a house full of family.
What is your biggest pet peeve that makes you want to rip someone’s face off?
When people are coming out of the subway and stop at the top of the steps, blocking the way, while they try and figure out where they are. That drives me nuts! Step to the side of the sidewalk while you get your bearings; I’ll be happy to give you directions as long as you’re not blocking the way. In the same vein, people who walk 4 or 5 abreast in groups down the sidewalk really slowly. If you’re walking slowly, stay on the right side so I can pass you, please. I walk everywhere, and I walk fast, so slow people blocking the way drive me crazy. I realize this makes me sound like a mean New Yorker. I’m sorry.
What is your favorite time of day?
Lately, 7:30am. I love the ritual of making coffee and having that first cup. I always feel full of possibility. I like to watch The Weather Channel, drink coffee, answer my emails. It’s usually the only time of day when I don’t feel totally crazed and busy. I was never a morning person until the last few years. I’m not sure what changed.
What was your best Halloween costume ever?
Princess Peach! My husband looks like a taller version of Mario, so we went to his work Halloween party as Mario and Princess, and it was pretty awesome.
What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?
Well, ideally I like to read. But usually I’m working no matter what the weather, seven days a week.
Pick a time when you got in trouble when you were little: what did you do? and what punishment resulted?
This was really mean, and I wasn’t a mean kid at all, but I still feel sort of bad about this. When I was in 2nd grade we lived in Ohio. Our neighborhood was sort of spread out, and behind our house was (what seems like in my memory) a huge expanse of forest that all the neighborhood kids played in. This little girl lived next door to us – she was probably a year older than me – and she and her dad had built this makeshift teepee like thing out of scrap wood in the woods behind our two houses. It was really small and sort of fragile, only one person could really fit in there at a time. (And it was probably really unsafe. Kids playing in scrap wood in the forest probably wouldn’t really fly now.) This girl was always kind of mean to my friend Carolyn and I, and she would never let us play in the stupid teepee thing. She caught us playing out there one day without her and flipped out and pushed Carolyn down. So a few weeks later when her family went on vacation, we went out back and knocked her teepee playhouse down. (Clearly this thing was not well built if two 2nd graders could knock it down.) Then – like IDIOTS – we went inside my house and started bragging about what we’d done – thinking my mom would think it was funny that we had taken revenge on our mean neighbor. My mom did not think it was funny at all. We both got in trouble, and when the neighbors got back I had to go over and tell them what I’d done. Which was SO humiliating. But I learned my lesson and never tried to get revenge on anyone who was mean to me again. (Editor’s Note: I LOVE that you told your mom…I probably would have too.)
Talk to yourself at 5, 10, 15 and 20. What one sentence would you say?
At 5: Getting your name written on the board in kindergarten for talking too much is SO not a big deal; stop stressing out about it. Your mom secretly thinks it’s funny.
At 10: The next few years are going to be crazy; your parents are going to get divorced, you’re going to move a lot, and middle school is going to suck. Just hang on, you’ll come out fine on the otherside.
At 15: Take more risks!
At 20: Stay in Ireland; don’t come home early. You’ll regret it. And dump your boyfriend while you’re at it, ASAP. Trust me on this one.
If you could ask Alyssa anything, what would it be?
What was your favorite childhood memory?
We lived in Hawaii when I was little, so I love pretty much any memory that I have of there. I LOVED to swim and my mom used to let me skip school occasionally and take me to the beach. In fact, I loved the ocean so much that I refused to swim in lakes when I got to Texas because they were dirty and not how water is supposed to be. (I was a brat.) The smell of coconut suntan lotion or hot pineapple will take me back whenever I smell them…*sigh*