I found my camera manual!
And I’m sure it will help! Just as soon as I read it (baby steps David)
But I am, as usual, running around like a nut-bag trying to get things done in time for the Rose Bowl Sunday. Why does this keep happening? Every Rose Bowl I think “well, next time you’ll get this all set up well in advance” and then, suddenly, it’s next time and……
So I’ve spent the last few days finishing up several projects.
While you may be thinking that I was a bit precocious being the Elephant Man at age 5, the truth is that I loved the Charlie Brown Halloween special and demanded that that year I would be The Great Pumpkin!
It was admittedly a rather presumptuous idea on my part – my god complex started very early apparently – and my mom tried very hard to come up with what the never-seen GP would look like. I believe refinements took place that made me look less like a physically deformed drunk and more like a God of the Fall before the big day.
However, I do recall that I became increasingly angry during the costume parade when I kept having to explain that no I was not a Goblin I was, in fact, a famous gourd diety! But no one seemed to get it. Story of my life.
Anyway, I have to confess I’m still thrown by the popularity of Halloween and Halloween decorations. Once my mom stopped making me costumes and I was required to GIVE candy rather than GET candy my interest in the holiday kinda waned.
But it seems like the rest of the crowd has really kicked Halloween into high gear and I’m having fun coming up with my own Hallows Eve decoration ideas. So I’ve got a few new candle holders to try out on Sunday that use my vintage Halloween images.
I also managed to take pictures of the why-the-heck-did-I-paint-this-thing-blue end table that I’d
had a nervous breakdown over blogged about earlier.
So, it started out like this when I found it in the End Table Nirvana
And here it is all…..blue.
I think the shots came out OK – lots of room for improvement of course but I’m getting there. I was trying to do the classic magazine shot – you know. books, flowers, random vintage thing sitting around making a nice, color coordinated tableau and implying that the owner is casual but classy, stylish but not fussy.
However, that’s just not me.
I’m thinking that, perhaps, I need to find my own style. However, I’m not sure what that would be……
Maybe I can be the “truth teller” in my shots. A lovely, vintage table surrounded by piles of unfolded laundry. An antique bureau conveniently placed in the front entrance and strewn with junk mail, keys and a random, half-eaten apple (I’m just looking around my house now). Whaddya think? Is truth in blogging where I’ll find my fame?