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aithneMy person for this weekend's shoot had to cancel. Anyone interested in taking her place? It would be either Saturday or Sunday afternoon, and you would need to get yourself down to Renton. It's the usual deal--you sign a release and in return you get physical and digital prints.
Note that next year I'm going to start charging for shoots like these, so this is one of your last chances to get a shoot while I'm still in practice mode.
(Also, if I've photographed you and you're happy with my work, I'll be asking for blurbs for a Web site that I'll be putting up this fall. Early warning for you guys.)
In other news, I had dinner and cupcakes last night with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewronghands and maramaye , who I hadn't met before and who I immediately liked. I had an excellent time; there was lovely food, conversation, and of course cupcakes.
Getting up there proved to be a breeze; I left work at 5:30 and was looking for a parking spot on Capitol Hill by 6. (That never happens!) This left me with some time to kill, so I wandered around and popped into my favorite "look but never buy" clothing store, the Metro.
Now, I'm used to being ignored in clothing stores on Cap Hill. I am most assuredly Not Tiny, and most of the clothing is aimed at people who are size 10 and below. I also, on first glance, don't look particularly like someone who might buy a corset or a plaid skirt.
So it surprised me when one of the guys staffing the Metro actually came up and started talking to me. He'd seen what I gravitated to, we discussed the pros and cons of bubble hems, and he said, "You know, we have this dress in your size, want me to get it down for you?"
I just about fainted. That never happens to me on the Hill. I didn't have the time to try it on and nowhere to wear this dress if I did (it was a black frothy confection of sparkly tulle), but I was irrationally pleased that someone had taken the time to actually try to sell me something on the Hill.
Which is a little odd, but hey.
(I also found a place that was selling the most beautiful scarves. I may have to trek up there this weekend and pick up a couple.)
Writing night tonight, or so I hope. My laptop purchase is back on, so I need to figure out which laptop I'll buy. The Voodoo Envy 133, no matter how much I love it, is probably not going to be the laptop I end up with; the newest reviews aren't encouraging. I'm thinking about the Thinkpad x200. Anyone know of any comparable ultralights I should be looking at? I haven't investigated the Vaio line yet.
Note that next year I'm going to start charging for shoots like these, so this is one of your last chances to get a shoot while I'm still in practice mode.
(Also, if I've photographed you and you're happy with my work, I'll be asking for blurbs for a Web site that I'll be putting up this fall. Early warning for you guys.)
In other news, I had dinner and cupcakes last night with
thewronghands and maramaye , who I hadn't met before and who I immediately liked. I had an excellent time; there was lovely food, conversation, and of course cupcakes. Getting up there proved to be a breeze; I left work at 5:30 and was looking for a parking spot on Capitol Hill by 6. (That never happens!) This left me with some time to kill, so I wandered around and popped into my favorite "look but never buy" clothing store, the Metro.
Now, I'm used to being ignored in clothing stores on Cap Hill. I am most assuredly Not Tiny, and most of the clothing is aimed at people who are size 10 and below. I also, on first glance, don't look particularly like someone who might buy a corset or a plaid skirt.
So it surprised me when one of the guys staffing the Metro actually came up and started talking to me. He'd seen what I gravitated to, we discussed the pros and cons of bubble hems, and he said, "You know, we have this dress in your size, want me to get it down for you?"
I just about fainted. That never happens to me on the Hill. I didn't have the time to try it on and nowhere to wear this dress if I did (it was a black frothy confection of sparkly tulle), but I was irrationally pleased that someone had taken the time to actually try to sell me something on the Hill.
Which is a little odd, but hey.
(I also found a place that was selling the most beautiful scarves. I may have to trek up there this weekend and pick up a couple.)
Writing night tonight, or so I hope. My laptop purchase is back on, so I need to figure out which laptop I'll buy. The Voodoo Envy 133, no matter how much I love it, is probably not going to be the laptop I end up with; the newest reviews aren't encouraging. I'm thinking about the Thinkpad x200. Anyone know of any comparable ultralights I should be looking at? I haven't investigated the Vaio line yet.
