I recently decided that I’m desperately behind in my movie watching, so I was playing a bit of catch up on the weekend and watched American Gangster and Children of Men (hey, I said I was behind!). Just me, a couple of movies, and my knitting. And I was all the way through the second film when I realized I had made a mistake in one row, approximately twenty rows down. I have to admit, I’m a lazy knitter and I hate ripping back- I often evaluate how obvious a mistake is, and if I don’t think it’s too bad, it stays put But this was right at the front, on the bust, dead centre. Not happening (It’s supposed to be 13.5″ right now).
So I got to frog a couple hours work. Fun times. And I was so hoping to be finished the ribbing this weekend, and begin the button bands. : (
Jen and I went for Korean BBQ with our friends Kevin and Becca on the weekend. Have you ever been for Korean BBQ? Basically, you pay money for someone to bring you raw meat, which you then cook yourself at the table. Sure, you could be home and doing the same thing, but it wouldn’t be nearly so much fun. 
Having this blog has really made me face up to something… I’m really uncomfortable having my photo taken. I don’t know why, exactly, but I find that when I’ve had time to register that my photo is being taken, it’s like I tuck away my personality somewhere, where the camera can’t see it. So the best photos of me are the ones where I didn’t have time to react to the camera, or when I didn’t even know I was having my picture taken. And, I’ll confess, they also aren’t bad when I’ve had plenty to drink….. damn the liberating effects of alcohol! None of those factors are in play below, though:
I totally knew Kevin was taking a picture, and Jen is making a cute wide-eyed face, and I’m moving around, playing with my meat tongs, trying to pretend the camera doesn’t exist and generally blurring all over the place. Classic. You’d think I’d be comfortable considering I was the one that pulled out the camera, but no. And then here’s Becca, being super cute, and really working the meat tongs:
So, I’m conducting an experiment to get myself more comfortable in front of a camera- I’m starting self portrait Sunday. I’m not sure exactly what but if it means I don’t have to take three or four tries to get some good shots of FOs, then I’m all for it. Sunday, I’ll post the first one. I’m interested to see how long it takes before I feel more comfortable in front of a camera.
Having this blog has really made me face up to something… I’m really uncomfortable having my photo taken. I don’t know why, exactly, but I find that when I’ve had time to register that my photo is being taken, it’s like I tuck away my personality somewhere, where the camera can’t see it. So the best photos of me are the ones where I didn’t have time to react to the camera, or when I didn’t even know I was having my picture taken. And, I’ll confess, they also aren’t bad when I’ve had plenty to drink….. damn the liberating effects of alcohol! None of those factors are in play below, though:
I totally knew Kevin was taking a picture, and Jen is making a cute wide-eyed face, and I’m moving around, playing with my meat tongs, trying to pretend the camera doesn’t exist and generally blurring all over the place. Classic. You’d think I’d be comfortable considering I was the one that pulled out the camera, but no. And then here’s Becca, being super cute, and really working the meat tongs: So, I’m conducting an experiment to get myself more comfortable in front of a camera- I’m starting self portrait Sunday. I’m not sure exactly what but if it means I don’t have to take three or four tries to get some good shots of FOs, then I’m all for it. Sunday, I’ll post the first one. I’m interested to see how long it takes before I feel more comfortable in front of a camera. Which means sometime between now and then, I’ll have to take some photos of myself.
