I like to do things on my own. At least I think that I like to do things on my own. It’s not until you have to actually do something on your own, that you know what it’s like.
Have you ever tried to flip your mattress on your own? Or put a freshly clean sheet on your bed? I could be alone here, but it takes me a good fifteen minutes or so to get that damn bed sheet on correctly.
Deciding on what to make for dinner? I won’t even go there. Combating strange noises in the middle of the night, zipping up a dress that is purposefully too small in Vegas, sweeping: someone has to hold the dust pan!
Don’t get me started on taxes, vacuuming behind the couch, and using the Blu Ray player.
Which brings me to these photos. If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you know that Ugly Mug takes all my photos (with an appearance by The Fan Files every know and again). On this particular day, however, I was on my own. Just me, a tripod, and a timer. I started off thinking it would actually be easier than shooting with Ugly Mug; I could do all my own angles, poses, and take as many pictures with my chin up as I damn well please.
I was wrong. Oh, so wrong. I could barely move the tripod to the level I wanted. The six photos taken at a time by the timer were taken so fast, I could only blink in between. I apparently also don’t notice trash in my shots.
That being said, thank God for Ugly Mug; for more reasons than being my trusty photographer, of course, but especially for putting up with me during our shoots.
Do you take your own photos or have a friend, boyfriend, family member, or glamour shots associate take your photos?
I am a big proponent for tights and shorts, I’ve just never done it before. Until now. I can’t promise that I did not wear this several days in a row. I tend to do that when I like an outfit, it’s a weekend, it’s laundry day, or when all of my clothes are strewn all over my room (which is always).
Do you see that trash? That is the reason why I need a photographer.
And a new back up photo location.
Also, more cut off heads than I would usually like. Which is saying a lot, as those are usually my favorite photos.
Jokes aside, I’m quite co-dependent, which I am working on.
What do you hate doing on your own?
But really, does anyone else have as much trouble as I do with putting a sheet on your mattress?