In February I photographed the contestants of for a local High School scholarship pageant. A few days after mailing off a re-order, I received a call from the contestants mother. She very nicely stated that she was not happy with the pictures and could I replace them. Of course (and when I looked at them again, she was right they were too dark). Anyway, she sent them all back (now that I think about it I should have told her to just trash them) and now I have them. Pictures I don't need. I can't get a refund from the processing company because it was my fault - I gave them a bad picture and they state right on their page that they don't adjust, they just print what you send them (part of the reason I use them). I know I should just shred them (I'll probably hang on to the 8x10 for my portfolio - it's not really bad, just not as good as it should be) but I just can't do it. But I will.
Conversation with a nearly 6 year old --
M (as she's watching me try to use hem tape on a project) -- What's that?
Me -- what's what? The fabric?
M -- no the thing your using?
Me -- an iron
(No I don't iron much. Truthfully, do you?)
Conversation with a client's mother before a Senior pictures session
Mother - Do you have an ironing board I could use? I need to knock a few wrinkles out of her blouse.
Me - I don't own an ironing board.
(my mother would be mortified. Oh wait, my mother sends her ironing out so she has no room to judge.)
I have been to the gym two days in a row (thanks for asking, April). J and P go to the child care center while I'm working out. Yesterday, P cried when I picked her up after my work out. Today she whined/cried the whole time I was working out. She sat with her back to the door and refused to be consoled by anything. I cut my workout a few minutes short to put her out of her misery. Hopefully she gets the hang of this soon. J, on the other hand, had a grand time.
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