The Life and Times of Florence Knitingale

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Pictures

Okay, Jill, I gotta ask. A SEX trip? I know what I would mean if I said I was going on such a trip but, given that you mentioned it in connection to yarn, I can’t help but think we may be talking about two somewhat different things. I’m begging you to give me more details. I won’t sleep for thinking about it, I swear I won’t.

Sorry—had to get that out. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Pictures. If the most talented photographer in the entire world were given the most expensive and best camera available with 874 rolls of film, and me as the subject, he or she would likely turn out about one good photo—and that would be the one of his thumb. I don’t know what it is. If I have food in my mouth for 2.3 seconds out of a 5 hour evening, I can guarantee that 10 photos will be taken in that moment. If I squint, sneeze, blink, stare unattractively, whatever, it will be recorded for posterity by at least half a dozen people. If I look down, I will have a double or triple chin. If I look up, the entire world will be able to see right up my nose.

Lest you think I’m simply fishing for compliments, I can assure that I’m not. I used to model when I was much younger (MUCH younger) and I only did runway work—because the photographers all said I wasn’t photogenic. Not only does the camera not love me, it has a serious hate on for me. One wonders if I maliciously pulled the innards out of a camera once as a child. Or something.

All of which is the build up to the photos of the finished noro sweater.
Mr. K took about 25 photos to get a couple which I find only moderately embarrassing. But he did make me laugh, which is worth points.

I’m not allowed to tell you what he did to accomplish this feat (cameras also tend to make me somewhat depressed after the eleventh shockingly unflattering photo) but it did the trick.

I’m happy with the stripe placement, and I like the stitch pattern. I think the whole thing is a tad unflattering, though….a bit too bulky, maybe? Or maybe it’s just that it makes me look like I have striped bowling balls for boobs (I swear they’re not really that big). I should try it with a better bra (you know, the good ones that you keep in the back of the drawer for some unknown reason while continuing to wear the old soft ones that only barely manage to keep the whole business from accidentally getting zipped into your jeans….no? It’s just me? Huh.). Probably though, what I should really do is look at it when I’m not depressed about looking only slightly better in photographs than a flattened possum (it’s a Northwest thing….they cross the road to mate but are so hot and bothered by the prospect of a little marsupial booty call that they don’t watch for cars….and end up looking slightly less attractive than I do in photos.) In any case, I still love the colors and it’s quite nicely warm—not a bit itchy, although I feared it might be once I felt the yarn, so perhaps I’d best reserve judgment. I know it’s a bad time to decide such things when I find myself thinking things like “Why do I even try to knit if I’m going to make stuff like this? Perhaps I should sit in the yard and feed my yarn to the worms.” Y’all know.

Hey, I just went and looked in the mirror and realized that if I stand at a certain angle, it’s really quite flattering. Think anyone will notice if I walk sort of half sideways everywhere for a day? Yeah, yeah. It’s probably just fine. It’s probably me and my cameraphobia and the whole world looking dark because I can't take a good photo. (In case you were thinking how dreadfully shallow it is to be so concerned with one's appearance in pictures, I already thought about that. Now I feel bad about that, too.)

Right back on the horse, that’s the ticket (the knitting horse, not the camera horse. Please, GOD not the camera horse). I was thinking I should really not start anything new until I’ve finished my teal shawl and my pomotamus socks. I was also thinking I should not eat chocolate and should focus instead on eating fresh veggie sticks and salads without dressing.

Yeah, I laughed, too. Then I laid down until I felt better—clearly, I had not been entirely well.

6 Comments:

  • At 5:28 PM, Anonymous suburbaknit said…

    I totally get the photo thing! I am soooo much better looking in my mind than I ever am in photos.

    If I forget, advance best wishes for your birthday, mine is the day before yours, I'll be one year older than you. I will think of you on your day.

     
  • At 5:47 PM, Blogger Marianne said…

    Stash Enhancement something or other that obviously starts with 'X'? I'm not kidding....
    Ms. K, how many times do you need to be told? that you are beautiful? as in EasyOnTheEye?
    I'm loving the noro sweater, it looks fabulous on you, and no it doesn't appear to be too bulky...you two together...stunning.
    Hmmmm, cute giggle.

     
  • At 7:28 AM, Anonymous Jill said…

    Stash Enhancement(or enrichment I'm not sure which) Expedition. Yes I know there is an E, but I didn't come up with that little phrase. My favorite is combining them. Going on an SEX trip to the LYS. Although people tend to look at you funny when you talk like that.

    I think the sweater looks great. I also didn't know the Noro came in non-scratchy.

     
  • At 9:57 AM, Blogger Charity said…

    I think we all feel like that about cameras - I know I avoid them like the plague, myself. However, you look completely lovely in the sweater! I like the neckline on you - just right! :0)

     
  • At 10:20 AM, Anonymous angie cox said…

    I think I only have about five photos of me..not a pretty sight. Your sweater is lovely ,great colours for Winter.

     
  • At 2:46 PM, Blogger Jo said…

    So where ARE you going for this Stash Enhancement Xpedition? You didn't say!

    And you know perfectly well that you look cute as hell, Ms. K, Noro or no Noro. There are no unphotogenic people, just bad photographers. See how well it worked out when you trusted Mr. K?

    Love
    Jo at Celtic Memory

     

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