housewife
I like how I’m consistently surprised by people. Last semester I tried to gather up a group of people to participate in my portrait project. It fell apart pretty quickly. I honestly don’t think I pushed enough. Knowing that many are uncomfortable with the camera, I let it go.
Last week I emailed a group of awesome gals. I mentioned the focus of my photo project this semester. All of 3 of them were game. No questions, no hesitation. Just enthusiasm and willingness to play along and help me out. It caught me off guard…and the nervousness crept up. I chose to dress up along with the girls, as to not make anyone feel uncomfortable and to put everyone at ease. Participating in my own photo shoot was the best decision.
End Results: Awesome. No need to be nervous. Everything went smoothly. They are an amazing and supportive group of friends.
The voices that were floating around during the 4 hour photo shoot were nothing short of hilarious:
“What do we have for wigs? I feel like I look like a transvestite. I’m not sure what I’m doing. Could you help me put the rest of the rollers in my hair? This wig is making me sweat. This dress is making me sweat. I’m going to sit over here and have a heart to heart with the bird. I can’t have a serious conversation with you looking like that. I’m going to roll down Route 1 wearing bright green eyeshadow. Why do we have that large knife in the pictures. You are the essence of discontent. You need to light up a cigarette while cooking that egg. Should I feed the birds again? How do you want me to feed the birds? OMG - I’m sinking in the lawn. Look, I have a basket of ‘cocktails. What else would a bored housewife do? Do you need another mimosa? ETC…”
Awesome.
I can’t wait to see how my negatives turn out tomorrow.
