The thing is. . .
It is time that Olga and I reveal the answer as to which baby was who in last week's contest. We have agreed to post our "now" photo alongside our baby photo.
I am happy to take photos of my kids or my knitting all day long. But a photo of myself? That is a whole different story. I do not photograph well. This is not a plea for compliments. I am stating a simple truth. Circumstances today conspired against my best attempts. There was the studio-esque set up in the living room - too up-tight and the lighting, really awful. Then there were more casual poses in the kitchen - more relaxed yes, but the lighting was even worse. So I decided to brave the elements. East coasters living anywhere from the Mid Atlantic on up will know about the conditions outside today - a little snow and freezing rain along with gusts of gale force winds. Quite a funny idea, to think that I alone, equipped with a tripod and my little point-and-shoot camera - self timer set, would succeed at this mission. I've decided that the best I can offer you pretty much sums up what was happening during this photo shoot. At least I am laughing in this photo and not swearing. No, my hair does not normally stand straight up like that. DS says I look scary in this photo and worriedly asked if people who read my blog have ever seen what I really look like!
As a baby I photographed slightly better, especially when there was a particularly enticing lamb cake in front of me. Clearly my mom and aunts were introducing a love of fiber early on.
I picked a name out of a hat from all of those who guessed correctly. The winner of my birthday contest is Carole of Carole Knits. She is a very generous blogger, so it thrills me to get the chance to spoil her. Olga also chose a winner, so go check out her blog to see who won there.
Thank you to everyone for the warm birthday wishes. It was wonderful to hear from regular readers, lurkers who "de-lurked" and new readers who came over from Olga's. Tomorrow I hope to have better light so that I can do justice to some lovely goodies that a few friends sent.
In closing, a little tidbit heard in my kitchen yesterday:
DS (to his sisters): When I was your age, Pluto was a planet!