I have very obliging friends. When I texted Laura and said ‘hey, wanna drive around the sketchier parts of town and take knitting pictures?’ she very graciously said ‘sure!’ instead of summoning the authorities like a reasonable person might. The goal was to get pictures of the stripy malabrigo hats I knit last winter. I wanted some properly grungy backdrops because these will be part of a little collection (another mini book like Rabble Rousers), and I needed a particular ambiance.
So off we went, to a local place that buys junk cars for parts. We parked in the abandoned, boarded-up gas station across the street. It was every bit as classy as you might expect. It even had the requisite beware of dog and no trespassing signs. You couldn’t ask for better. (We stayed on the sidewalk, driveway, and parking lot…’don’t get arrested’ being one of my favorite photo shoot rules.) A very surreal 20 minutes later, and we had lovely hat pictures.
The Boy and I are off to an equally charming location (just up the street from this one actually) early next week to get some sock pics to complete the set. It’s unreasonably fun to confuse the non-knitters. Everyone stares, but no one ever says a thing.