In Which I am Not a Photographer
Oh hey! I finished something else:
Pattern: Aeolian Shawl by Elizabeth Freeman, from Knitty, Spring 2009
Yarn: Malabrigo Lace in Apple Green
It’s no secret that Malabrigo Lace is my absolute favorite. When I bought this yarn in the spring, I was at the yarn store helping my friend pick out yarn so that I could teach her to knit (which never really panned out because neither of us had the time to sit down for long enough to accomplish anything). I had no intention of buying any (this is not a joke), and was doing good until I went to the cash register with her, and they had a basket of Malabrigo Lace sitting out on the counter. Which is just a good marketing tool.
The color is super bright. It kind of reminds me of a crossing guard, but in a good way. (That is a terrible description, so bad that I should probably drop out of college because I clearly don’t have the skills to be a writer.) You know what else I don’t have the skills for? Photography. Because the above picture certainly does not capture the crossing-guard-in-a-good-way-Apple-Green. This picture is the best one I have of the color, and even that is pretty bad:
As I mentioned in a previous post, I really hate uploading pictures. There’s no real reason for it, I just always seem to find better things to do. Like for this post, I got distracted by iPhoto while I was trying to upload the Aeolian pictures, and looked through every picture I have in my library. This distraction backfired, though, because it resulted in my finding several gems that I cannot help but share with you here. Like these beauties, where I was clearly trying to make “art”:
Wow. That’s hot.
Or this one, which I took last summer when I went to Cape Cod with some friends, and spied on one of them buying $4 pants from an bucket of them outside a store:
Not only am I bad at taking pictures, I’m also bad at being in pictures. My pathetic inability to be successfully photographed was formally diagnosed by a professional, namely the photographer who did my senior pictures, who told my mother, while I was changing into one of the three outfits he told me to bring, that I was “difficult to photograph”. That happened. Here is an example of me ruining a perfectly good family Christmas picture:
And then trying to redeem myself by being “gangster”:
As you can see, my gangster attempts were a success. No one’s going to mess with that.