I shared a couple of days ago that I had the privilege of being a small part of Matthew Mead’s Flea Market Finds book-a-zine. In order to do that, I had to submit a picture of myself with one of my favorite finds. I wanted to pose with my hobby horse, but after a few pictures holding it, it just wasn’t working. A scale is much more representative of pieces I look for as a whole. My peanut scale was too heavy, so I went with the deli scale. This is actually a piece that found me more than I found it. One of my pickers found it, knew I would love it and she was right.
My parents were here for Christmas, so the day after all of the presents and festivities, my mom and I started on the shoot. Obviously I couldn’t work the camera, since I needed to be in the picture, so I got it all set for my mom, got dolled up and started posing. The shadows inside were terrible and I didn’t have the appropriate lighting to do a portrait shot inside on a cloudy day, so we went outside. The problem? It was raining.
Well, I did my hair, so the picture was happening today. So, I hauled up a bead board door from the basement and set it in front of my storm door to use as a back drop. I stood on the small porch on the front of my house and my mom stood out in the rain with my dad holding an umbrella over her to keep the camera (oh, and my mom) dry. My mom snapped away and I had to keep setting down the scale, running over to the camera to check the pictures, running back to the porch, picking up the scale again, turning my hips, posing and smiling. Repeat.
My neighbors already think I’m crazy, I’m sure. This little escapade was just the latest in a string of antics.
You just never know the lengths people will go to in order to get a picture.
I don’t miss that hair color at all.
I should’ve put on some lipstick.