Today, I was reminded why I am in business.
I was being totally hypocritical and all like, “mmhmm, I’m going the self-timer route this year for Christmas pictures, and it’s going to be painless and beautiful.” It was neither. Poor, poor Jared.
I forgot about a lot of stuff. Like the part where I’m not so hot at capturing my good side and Jared’s good side at the same time without looking. There’s something about someone else (and not just any someone else) gettin behind the lens and highlighting your bestness. I also forgot, apparently, that a ghetto-fab stack of books on a chair is not really (as in not even remotely) comparable to a tripod. I forgot that a tripod, or the stack-of-boxes-and-books-on-chair, doesn’t have creative vision or any artistic capability whatsoever. Because it’s not a human. Annnd I forgot that trying to hold a hefty camera out in front of you to do a shout-out-to-myspace pic is less than the fabulous bunch of Christmas cheer I want to send to our loved ones.
All around fail. I’ll show you the results when I get real about this whole deal and enlist someone to help us create that gorgeous bit of holiday joy to arrive in your mailbox.