Monday, January 7, 2013
Well we got it together yesterday and took some photos. It wasn't horribly traumatic at all, in fact Clyde and I kept breaking out into laughter during the photo session, I'll tell you why in a moment.
We spent most of Saturday setting it up, Clyde enjoys photography but our past portrait attempts were kind of sad so he cruised the net for some tips. He set and reset the lights with me stepping in whenever testing was required, rearranged all the furniture to set up a 'studio' and tried various things to diffuse the light.
Clyde asked me for my cheesecloth. "Mmmmm, no, that's mine", I said, "that's a kitchen necessity and you can't have it." Let me just say here that cheesecloth can be both expensive and difficult to find; when a cook needs cheesecloth, it's an immediate need for which there is no easy substitute.
So, I was off to Wal-Mart Saturday night in search of diffusing material. Somewhere during that brief drive over, my mind changed the material from white to colors. I got it into my head that he wanted color filters for the lights, even though Clyde had said no such thing.
I did not look for white anything, instead I went to the slut section at Wal-Mart (it's the section where they sell padded bras to preteen girls, don't get me started on that one) and started flipping through clearance bits. Oddly, they only had flannel and fleece items, sure it's January, but this is Central California. I stood there in the slut section thinking furiously until it came to me.
Oh yeah, granny panties. It's a fair bet that the good people at Fruit of the Loom did not see me coming, but they were ready for me anyway. I snatched up the last five-pack of colored nylon panties; blue, green, yellow, pink and one wild paisley pair.
I love this picture, I'm going to frame it and hang it in the kitchen. The back drop is a chenille bedspread draped over the vitrine (which is a china cabinet of sorts that we pried out of Clyde's grandparent's wall before the house was demolished) and covered with some sheer sparkling fabric we had around. Clyde rigged up the lights and I held a piece of white poster board on my lap to reflect light back up.
Those colored panties turned out to just what we needed, and many thank yous to the Universal Order for the course correction. It wasn't the harshness of the lights that we needed to address, it was the color, and we noticed the vast improvement with the first test shot.
It took a lot of experimenting with combinations of colors and panty placement on the lights, but by the end of Saturday night we had a good set up. Yellow and purple were the best colors for me, which is odd because those are the colors I am going to paint my office (Shortening's former bedroom, she doesn't need it anymore. My kids aren't wild about the idea of being named in my blog so they are code named Shortening and Cracker).
On Sunday, Clyde took a couple hundred shots that I have culled down to about 20 that I can live with. So what do you think, does my photo look good enough to share with the innocent citizens of planet Earth? Wait! Before you answer, consider this:
Happy Monday Travellers!