I spent most of yesterday attempting to photograph earrings, emphasis on the word attempting.
I spent the morning and early afternoon setting up different ways to hang and photograph them. The extra bedroom that Doug turned into a “studio” really isn’t set up as one which made the task all the harder. And of course Doug built the box to withstand a direct hit by a nuclear bomb.
I can’t tell you why he did it that way; but that he did is no surprise to anyone that knows him.
The good news is of course is that that damn box will still be here long after Doug, I, our children and their children have long departed this mortal coil. I must remember to designate just who gets it in my will. I’d hate the kids to fight over it later.
So the structure itself inhibits some of the light that I needed for the photos. And on top of that we have an amalgamation of different kinds of lights with different kinds of bulbs. Some are fluorescent, some are incandescent, some are full spectrum.
Doug had gotten the tripod at a resale shop and it looked like a good deal til I actually attempted to attach the camera to it. The top bracket couldn’t be tightened, rendering it useless. It’s as if someone wrung it’s neck; and after my day yesterday I can understand the feeling.
Then after I finally had things jerry rigged and I was ready to begin I stepped on a tiny shard of dog bone that had been laying in wait for me, hiding in the carpeting. (That’ll teach me to be barefoot.)
It was probably just karmic payback for the times I left my jacks out in the hallway on the hardwood floor when I was a kid. Invariably my grandfather would step on one late at night on the way to the bathroom.
Actually I’m glad that I found it before one of the pack did. Still, it hurt big time.
Anyway I spent a few hours taking photos and overall wasn’t too displeased with them. (I am of course an amateur when it comes to photography.) Then though I thought perhaps I should look at the on the computer just to be sure.
And what did I find?
Was it Waldo?
No, no, no.
That woulda been infinitely better.
What I discovered was that the piece of poster board I had in the back had slipped down without my noticing; and now was in each photo, making the background look all crazy. I’d been so focused on the earrings I hadn’t noticed the background which had gone all to Hell.
For a little while I tried to convince myself that I could pass off the photos with the crazy backgrounds as “arty”; but try hard as I could I couldn’t even sell that to myself so I knew that wasn’t going to work.
So I knew they all had to re-done.
I even made up some new words.
And to make my day even more fun, even though I had the AC set on nuclear winter I was still sweating like a snowcone in Phoenix.
Do the hot flashes ever stop?
They started over 10 years ago now. Enough already.
Anyway, Doug had said it was really cold in the house. However I really didn’t believe him til I noticed Lazer, our Siberian, curled up in a tight ball with his tail over his nose like he was sleeping at night while out on the trail during the Iditarod.
I then was forced to admit the house was on the cool side, but I was hot, and frustrated, so the thermostat stayed right where it was and Doug knew better than to complain about it again.
Vowing never wanting to make that mistake again, I decided to just lay the earrings flat for the photos. So I started clicking away.
We have earrings that I’ve painted. They’re like the bracelet I posted yesterday. But most of our earrings now are made from the actual LP labels. Here are a couple of photos for you:
BTW- The black on the bottom is where the labels end and the plain black vinyl begins.
So I guess that’s it for now. I have to go make a pair into clip-ons for a woman who bought a pair last weekend.
Please send any extra energy and patience you have. I’m running low on both.