Well, in for a penny, in for a pound as the saying goes. Here is today's knitting and crochet blog week topic:
Today challenges you to be creative with your photography, and get yourself in with the chance to win the photography prize. Taking interesting photographs in this instance isn't about flashy cameras or a great deal of technical know-how, it's about setting up a story or scene in a photograph and capturing something imaginative. Your photograph(s) should feature something related to your craft, so that might be either a knitted or crocheted item, yarn, or one of your craft tools. One example of setting a scene would be to photograph a girl in a knitted red cape walking through the woodlands with a basket of goodies, as in the Red Riding Hood tale, or you might photograph a knitted gnome hiding among the flowers in your garden. Photo editing is permitted for competition photos.And all I can say is HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
And double HA!!
Creative photography is not my greatest strength. It took me most of the day to figure out what I wanted to do. Here is the backstory. I have been spinning a bunch of fluff that I picked up from Hope Spinnery at Rhinebeck this year. It started off looking like this:
Over the course of a week, it began to look like this:
As I was plying the red stuff, it reminded me of raspberries, possibly because we had a whole container of them sitting in the fridge. Then I decided that the blue stuff was a pretty good imitation of blueberries. The yellow, then, would have to be old bananas since it certainly wasn't the color of the ripe bananas on the counter.
And so Fruit Sally was born.
It turns out she's very keen on photography and will pose endlessly. The banana, of course, is her phone and during one emotionally fraught conversation, she willingly exhibited a range of emotions that would put Kristin Stewart to shame.
She also likes to goof around with Picassa, so we had to make more than one collage.
I couldn't let this shot be buried in a collage, though. It is her Carmen Miranda pose. Naturally.
In case you are not partial to fresh fruit, here are some older shots of Emma's gourd people modeling the preemie hats I made in the fall.
This post turned out to be every bit as time consuming as I hoped it wouldn't be, but therapeutic nonetheless. I was suffering the bizarre side effects of discovering, post shampoo, that my daughter had used my comb to chop up the bath melt that we bought at Lush last week. This might not have been a huge deal, but she didn't bother to wash the comb afterwards, which only makes sense since she didn't bother to wipe the bath melt crumbs off the antique table she used as her cutting board, and also failed rinse the yuckamuck out of the tub when she was done. An odd way to start my day. Maybe that's why I just coudn't get into the rhythm of working today. Yeah, that's the ticket . . .