This weekend is the photoshoot for Curls 2.  This is ridiculously exciting, as I think all this gray is going to be amazingly fun to take photos of.  I’ve been doing that thing where I scurry around making sure I have everything I need for days now.  Of course I need all the curls themselves.

curls photo shootI store them on a dress form to keep them from getting wrinkled after they are blocked.  These are on Alethea’s companion, Verity.  You’ve not been properly introduced yet, but I’m sure we’ll fix that at some point.  Both ladies are coming with us for photos.

But in addition to the curls and dress forms, I also need to be sure to bring shawl pins, the camera (and all of its various accessories), a step stool, the knitwear care kit (crochet hook, darning needle, tiny scissors, safety pins, gleener), and of course snacks (because I go from peckish to cranky to despondent amazingly fast when not properly fed).  I’m sure I’m forgetting something, but that’s the bulk of it.

So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take advantage of this perfect weather (mid 6os and overcast…in December, pretty much everything you could ask for) and take lots and lots of photos.

The Lists don’t Handle This

The photo shoot is always a little scary.  It’s the one point in the whole book making process where I pull in a bunch of other people, assemble them (and the knitting) in one place at one time, and expect magic to happen.

And somehow, it always does.

I’m pretty sure this is because I have amazingly obliging friends, a really good photographer, an awfully nifty Boy, and a penchant for advance planning.  The combination seems to work well. That doesn’t mean there aren’t occasional hiccups (like “oh surprise, it’s pneumonia” or “what do you mean, we lost the knitting? How exactly did we lose the knitting?”).

This time it was rain.

I’ve actually had really good luck with photo shoot weather.  It’s occasionally been a bit warm or a little chilly, but we’ve never had really bad weather for a shoot.  This time we got rain.  Buckets and buckets and buckets of rain.  It rained all night the night before.  It rained that morning as we loaded the car and drove to pick up the photographer. It rained as we drove to the location.  But then, about 10 minutes before we got there, it stopped.

Now don’t misunderstand me.  The sun did not come out.  The clouds stayed put and menaced us the whole time.  The ground was soggy (see that bit above about obliging friends who will clamber around on wet walls and stand in soggy flower beds and look good doing it).  But it didn’t rain.  We got the shots (oh my goodness did we ever get them).  Then, just as we were loading the car to come home, the skies opened up again.  If it had to rain, the timing couldn’t have been any better.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a pile of pictures to sort through (and exclaim over…there will be a fair bit of that going on, too).  I may even share some in the next week or two.  But for now, for now I’m just going to enjoy them all by myself.

In Which Props are Assembled

As far as I can can tell, the key to photo shoots (quite possibly to books in general) is lists.  Lists of knitting. Lists of photo ideas. Lists of props.  The list of props for this one looks something like this.

DSC_0744That’s an old trunk, a blanket, a pair of pajama pants, handkerchiefs, fancy hangers, a tea cup, a champagne coupe, a bottle of champagne, a pair of boots, a stack of old books, yarn, and a basket.  And yes, yes I need them all.  There is a plan for each and every one of them, and I think they’re going to be fantastic.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go double check all my lists.  Again.  Just to be safe.  The photo shoot is tomorrow (and it’s supposed to be rainy…if one of you could fix that I’d appreciate it), and I am going to be pretty much useless today.


You’ll have to excuse me, I’ve been over here petting the pretties.

DSC_0731The photo shoot is Tuesday (a week from today).  I’m making lists (one of which includes a bottle of champagne, I swear it’s a prop) and plans and possibly even schemes.  Remind me that a week from tomorrow it will be over, and I’ll have survived another one, and all will be well.  And then make me stop petting the projects and actually do some work.