This week has been all about being saved by my surroundings. I don't mean this in any life or death sense, but just in the simple realization that sometimes thing really are easier than they appear if you just notice what's nearby.
On Monday I got to work only to remember that I had an extra rehearsal that evening for dance - just a quick hour - but I hadn't remembered any dance clothes. I realized I could get away with my shirt, so it was just the bottom half that was missing. I popped into Ragstock 15 minutes before rehearsal started that night and found the only pair of stretch pants they had in the place - one pair, in one size, which happened to fit, and happened to cost $1.06 including tax. My apparel brain wasn't functioning much better today. I went into rehearsal in the morning with all my dance clothes in tow but got there and realized I'd forgotten a bra to wear for the rest of the day. With a smart recommendation from L I popped into Wintersilks after rehearsal, during my quick walk to the bus stop and found a black lacy bra/cami that fit perfectly (didn't bother to try it on, but hey, it's stretch) marked down for a total of a whopping $5.25.
I love State Street.
I'm starting to think I should take after Candy and post bruise shots. I put on an outfit the other day and realized it not only made visible, but perfectly accented the three bruises I had going at the time. In addition to "appreciate your surroundings" week (easy solutions AND real warm weather and leaf buds and ROBINS) it's also been "let the body heal" week. I did a photo shoot last week for the advanced photo students out at MATC. They wanted some dancers so they could work on catching motion and up in the air bits. 4 hours later my back was voicing displeasure. By Sunday I was alternately getting a few things done and laying flat out on the couch asking for things to be brought to me (when they were mere feet away). Feeling a bit better today.
I'll post a few pics once I get them back if any of them want posting...
I'll have to go find some nice sun-warmed grass to lay on and let my back finish unknitting itself tomorrow!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
all kinds of spray
Today we finally went out to do a new photo shoot (about time). It's always good motivation when you were supposed to have a new photo to a festival *yesterday* (that's the mythical yesterday that means it was already supposed to have happened regardless of actual dates and times of requests). We had some great lighting as we were getting on toward sunset:
...but the wind was a bit of a bear:
Holy action shot, Batman!
Those shots were taken mere moments apart. I think mostly what we got were some great templates of shots we want to reshoot in kinder wind. There are a few where Sheila looks just like (name any model with big long hair) in those hairspray ads where they're trying to prove that you can do anything with their product. I am now convinced that all those shots are bunk and are just done in a wind tunnel.
A few minutes ago I ran down to the corner store. I love having a corner store I can run down to. (I did actually drive somewhere today but I also love the fact that I drive rarely enough that I was clueless about the leaning toward $2.70 pump prices a friend retched about today.) But the real point here is that I love having a corner store. Some odd guy came in while I was in there and my first instinct was to make myself semi-invisible. He mumbled a few things at the person who runs the place - asking him to make change or something like that - and headed out again. I reappeared from the back of the store about to ask the owner a question about cough medicine only to find that he was wielding a can of Lysol over the entire airspace on the customer side of the counter. If it was enough to make the owner of a corner store try to instantly disinfect, I'm glad I was given the option of breathing in freshly sprayed Lysol instead.
...but the wind was a bit of a bear:
Holy action shot, Batman!
Those shots were taken mere moments apart. I think mostly what we got were some great templates of shots we want to reshoot in kinder wind. There are a few where Sheila looks just like (name any model with big long hair) in those hairspray ads where they're trying to prove that you can do anything with their product. I am now convinced that all those shots are bunk and are just done in a wind tunnel.
A few minutes ago I ran down to the corner store. I love having a corner store I can run down to. (I did actually drive somewhere today but I also love the fact that I drive rarely enough that I was clueless about the leaning toward $2.70 pump prices a friend retched about today.) But the real point here is that I love having a corner store. Some odd guy came in while I was in there and my first instinct was to make myself semi-invisible. He mumbled a few things at the person who runs the place - asking him to make change or something like that - and headed out again. I reappeared from the back of the store about to ask the owner a question about cough medicine only to find that he was wielding a can of Lysol over the entire airspace on the customer side of the counter. If it was enough to make the owner of a corner store try to instantly disinfect, I'm glad I was given the option of breathing in freshly sprayed Lysol instead.
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