100% of children poled hated this picture. My children. Isaac refused to answer, opting to ask to watch "Diego," so he remains my favorite. AnneMarie understandably could not get over the fact that I was "gazing toward the heavens, and that is just weird." Peter suggested I mess around with filters to get a better "feeling going on" and this is what I came up with there, via Google Plus's Creative Kit:
Maybe better? Actually, I think it is. I love what it did to the hat, which is what I was going for in the first place, all kinda shadowy and mysterious. Yes, I too want to vomit at my expression, but it was seriously hard to take this myself.
What I wanted to showcase in the first place was my sharp chapeau. This is amongst my favorite possessions, and I wear it here in the central Flo from about October through February. It is the loveliest thing, handmade by Melissa Moody of MoodyMe out of upcycled men's trousers. Whoda thunk?
And honestly, the best thing about the wistful expression that attempts to upstage my glorious hat is that I can't look at it without thinking of this:
So there, my mean children. Happiness begets happiness!
Trying this again:
ReplyDeleteI love love love that hat. I'm going to have to check out the shop because my daughter is a serious hat lover.
And it's funny, because as soon as I opened this page, my 4 year old and I both went, "Ooooohhh!!!" at your picture. I like the light, the pose is NOT awkward, and I love the books in the background.
However, that marching band boy is hilarious.
Thanks for linking up. Hope to see you next week.
(had to delete my original comment because I didn't proofread it and ended up insulting you through my poor editing skills.)
haha! Thought your original post was more honest, and that you were artistically enjoying my awkwardness!
DeleteI like the pose. I think profile shots are so pretty to look at.
DeleteSo beautiful! I've seen that boy on a birthday card. Seriously!
ReplyDeleteHe deserves to be seen everywhere, bringing his happiness with him!
DeleteOh my gosh, I am dying. I'd never have thought of band boy there. I think your pose is beatific and the lighting lovely.
ReplyDeleteAwesome hat and beautiful photography!
ReplyDeleteIt looks like you might be experiencing the beatific vision because the lighting is so rad! Very cool.
ReplyDeleteYES! This is precisely what is so embarrassing about the gaze!
DeleteSee, if I say your kids don't know what they're talking about (which they do not), then you can be all "She insulted my children!" but if I say they DO know what they're talking about, you'll think I don't love your photo which I a thousand times doooooooooooooooooooooooo. Quandary of quandaries!
ReplyDeleteYeah I kind of love the sun on your face. And the hat. Awesome!
ReplyDeleteI think the picture is delightful. And I am seriously coveting that hat. I don't even wear hats but I would wear that one. So checking out that shop!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful photo! I love it! I also love the hat! :)
ReplyDeleteI love it! Something about the gaze....and um, mad skills to take this yourself! The photo of the boy cracked me up! Thanks for the laugh :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think it looks awkward! I think the light is amazing and I would tackle you for that hat if I lived anywhere near Florida. (I'm not really violent, but it's fun to imagine).
ReplyDeleteLove the hat! I think your picture would look awesome in black and white.
ReplyDeleteOh, just wishing I looked like Becks for a minute here. (And could pull off a hat like that.) Now on to the peanut butter cookie recipe...
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for the hat box to show up at your door! Thanks for the dubs bubs! Can you believe Scrap Hats are going to Medjugorje at Easter?! I'm flipping. Now gotta get one to Rome, you thinking what I'm thinking? (Yep, Mary!)...hoping.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for the hat box to show up at your door! Thanks for the dubs bubs! Can you believe Scrap Hats are going to Medjugorje at Easter?! I'm flipping. Now gotta get one to Rome, you thinking what I'm thinking? (Yep, Mary!)...hoping.
ReplyDelete