Sometimes I like to try to take some decent project photos. I go all out, which is to say I brush my hair, dab on a bit of makeup, and ask Charlie or an older boy to snap photos of me wearing my creation. I ask whoever got the short straw the kind volunteer to follow me around outside in the natural light, directing them where to stand and how to frame the shot. I am precise in my direction and, admittedly, not too keen on the camera man going rogue. It's not the most fun process I suspect. And since I am no model it's not like I actually enjoy having pictures taken of me.
So.
More often than not, on my Ravelry page, you will find self-portrait shots. Taken by me, just capturing my reflection in the mirror. I've usually stepped inside our powder room, where the lighting is horrible. It's probably first thing in the morning, on my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. I am in jammies. There is no makeup; my hair is not brushed. It's about the project so who cares? I can be as vain as the next gal but for some reason, I am not overly vain about these shots. I think it's because on Ravelry it's like being amongst friends. And friends see me without makeup most every day.
And so for Idlewood, I've started documenting my progress with these self shots. But since this sweater holds the promise of a snuggly, wonderful, and very wearable garment, I think I might have to trouble someone to take photos of me wearing the finished sweater as well.
Not sure when an FO will be ready for a shoot since I need to devote most of my free time to costumes this week. But at least the heavier yarn makes for a super quick knit and I'm sure I'll sneak in a few rows here and there.
So where is Will during my three-minute photo shoot?
Often, he just wants to hold hands.
Oh, William. You are such a three-year old handful. But whatever will I do without my little buddy?
I know this is irrational thinking. I know full well that I have this year and the next to be home with him. But this worrisome thought is already starting to creep in. And it's breaking my heart.
I'm going to change out of my pajamas now and pal around with my three-year old bestie, holding his hand. I might even brush my hair.
Sandra