Its all true, the boogie girl is real, and you've found her. She knits, sews, spins, does pottery and writes it all down in this blog.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
I woke up to this:
Or at least, I woke up and a couple of hours later, I saw this. With such a successful photo under my belt, I'm thinking that I can take a good photo of Dad's sock.
I think of all the unsuccessful photos I've taken of this one poor sock. I think there are more unsuccessful photos than there are stitches in it.
1.On the leather couch, there is too much shine from the flash. You didn't think I could remember to take a daytime photo? So I played with positioning on the couch, it's a nice neutral background. Nothing works. 12 photos, gone.
2. On the white-ish rug. It's the ISH that gets me. I knew this would happen. This rug stayed rolled up after my move here from CA 10 some years ago. I knew what kids and dog and men would do to it but we needed a rug and she shal be scrificed. 2 photos and we deside to change venues.
3. On the hard wood floor. Everything looks good on this. 27 photos, I had to count. Flash, no flash. Flash is icky and no flash is blurry. I obviously jiggle too much to not have the camera stabilizer on and I haven't figured out yet how to shut off the flash and keep on the stabilizer. No, I haven't read the manual. Do you think I'll find something in there?
4th venue. The wood pile.
6 photos later, I get this: The sock likes wood. Wood is manly. I got carried away on the leg and now have 10 inches....
I swear I'm as bad as an 8 year old boy because the subject of wood and 10 inches is killing me. Maybe I just need more sleep. I'm sure there was more I wanted to say but I just lost it.