to spend a chunk of the morning
wandering around the garden,
looking for the perfect place to pose
(excuse me, to STYLE)
my suddenly expanded collection
of hand turned tapestry bobbins?
it's more that I find it interesting to notice
that my desire to do this
has become something to notice.
If you know what I mean.
from visually satisfying images.
It's just that after a time one begins to have some judgement.
This photo will do.
That one will not.
And since Photography is not my gig,
I'm a little bit annoyed
that I might consider avoiding an idea for a blog post
because I don't have good enough photos.
Avoid it, that is.
Indeed, as most of you know
I usually do show my work
(and tools, and face)
in less than perfect conditions:
sprawled across an old piece of cardboard,
in active use,
neither well lit nor artfully arranged
so probably you're not even here for photographic eye candy.
that I was so excited to use these
custom, extra slim rosewood beauties
by Alexandra Iosub,
that I neglected to take more than
a couple of unwrapping snaps for Instagram.
(don't you love how she stitched them into that scrap of fabric?)
the process sucked me in,
and photos were not taken.
Having the perfect tool for a job is so distracting.
when a second package arrived:
a collection of Skinny Minnies
(with and without brass tips)
made by Milissa Dewey of Bobbin Boy?
Those too were put right to work.
I really wanted to try to show them off
in all their luscious, hand turned,
and taking photos
in a place where they will rarely, if ever, be used.
A small attempt at bobbin porn never hurt anyone.
Least of all me.
And vicarious pleasure is most definitely a thing.
given a choice between styling exquisite tools
and actually using them,
I usually choose the latter.
you can tell
that I am a weaver
and not a photographer.
For which I am a little bit sorry --
but not all that much.
Because weaving is the BEST,
don't you think?