The weather in Wellington has been conspiring to make it easy for me to get lots of sewing done, and hard for me to get the sewing photographed. It’s been cold, dark and wet – or at least it has on any day when I’ve had any time to get photographs.
This weekend a sun, free time, and a photographer (Madame O, yay!) finally managed to all happen at the same time.
Unfortunately, the rest of the circumstances conspired against me. It may have been sunny, but it was still very cold. And we were late setting out, so the best of the sun and light had passed. And it was even more cold.
Plus, I’ve got muscle and nerve damage above one eye (word to the wise: try not to get bitten on the face by a centipede, those bastards are evil), and when I get really cold the muscles just stop responding, and I end up looking like a literal Picasso.
And to top it all off I’ve had a little problem that’s making me very bloated, so my waist is three inches bigger than it normally is, my stomach would last have been fashionable around 1630, and when I had a good look at the photos I thought “Holy way to start a pregnancy rumour Batman!”
So I had to seriously cull the photos to avoid all the ones that made me look like I was approaching the second trimester, or was aiming for a very avant-garde Dali-esque makeup job. Or was preggers and Picasso-ed at the same time.
While I did carefully pick the photos where I like where I look, and while the I did play with the colour on the photos (more than a little too much in some cases, as I was trying to make the sky and the details on the black skirt both appear clearly), I did not photoshop myself at all. I didn’t even remove the spot on my face (gee, thanks stress. Clearly not my week!).
Not that I wasn’t tempted to, but in the middle of editing the photos, iPhoto decided to crash on me and corrupt most of them. And, of course, this happened on a Saturday night, 30 minutes after AppleCare NZ had shut until Monday. I managed to rescue the photos as they were at the moment of crash, but any time I attempted further iPhoto-ing of any kind, things just got worse. And I can’t remember how to bulk edit in PS, and I was too grumpy, and lazy, and frustrated to try to look it up and remember, or even to do tiny spot-removing touch-ups, so I just slapped watermarks on everything, resized, called it a day, and here you go.
I’m wearing it with the Ngaio blouse in half the images, and with my new knit top pattern (provisionally called ‘Miramar’ after the Wellington suburb and Carlotta of Mexico’s palace)
The skirt is (obviously!) named after Stella Gibbons – it’s a good skirt for a practical ’30s heroine to get a good days work organising the world done in.
Maybe it’s because of the no-nonsense Flora Post vibe, but I’m really liking the pairing of it with the really practical, almost frumpy, brogues.
It’s a much more sensible pairing than heels in the sand or on a rotting driftwood log!
If, despite all my complaining, you think it looks like I’m having an awesome time in the photoshoot, well, you’d be right!
Sure, I was cold (so cold!), but Wellington is spectacular, Madame O is always a blast to take pictures with, and we giggled so much between serious poses, and did so much non-serious posing (me), or lying on the floor trying to get just the right angle (her) that it was hard not to have a great time.
Plus, once we were done taking photos we got to rush home to a well-heated lounge, a very cuddly cat, a cup of hot tea, and sewing!
And you just can’t beat that…