So, the other day someone messaged me off an old Facebook marketplace ad I had up for the wicker baby stroller. We had a time to meet planned but I got "ghosted", so I still "own it". I decided that I'd take some shots of it up in my little studio barn and re-config my new backdrops that came in. I puttered around with poles and ropes and nails and screws. I keep my portable backdrop stand in this huge wooden box and I needed to retrieve it from the box. It's wooden, it's deep, it has a lid and latches (good place to store stuff you don't want the mice to eat). It's deep and because I was in a self-imposed rush I decided to lean over into box and stretch my fingers to reach the backdrop case. Nevermind using the stool or the step ladder that were a few feet away, if I go on my tiptoes and hang headfirst into the box and stretch my fingers....it was a stretch but I finally reached it. Remember this for later.
So, I got the backdrops up and they look great, just need to add some seasonal decor in the foreground, yada yada. I should do a little shoot with the stroller, for Halloween. I remembered I had a tiny box of "Amazon Order-Covid" smoke bombs sitting in a kitchen drawer. I'd been saving them "for a special day". That special day was the other day. I just winged it really and farted around with the lights, the buck store webs and scary cloths and skeletons. I decided I'd throw one of many witch hats I have and throw the timer on my camera and hop in the shot....ha ha. So I had all these creepy buck store shawls wrapped around and over my head, the hat on top of that, put the smoke bomb on a metal pan. I lit the smoke bomb (with all my head gear on) dashed to the camera, pushed the trigger and had 10 secs to get "into position" behind the stroller. It was a shit show (pardon my language). Remember those "snake" fireworks? The one's that when lit expand and spark and well ya, smoke. That's what the smoke bomb did and it caught the carpet on fire so I stomped it out and almost choked to death with all the smoke from the bomb. I have 4 bombs left (or 40 seconds of smoke) and I won't ever use them indoors. Funny thing, while I was setting up, my husband hollered up the stairs "do you have a fire extinguisher up there?" "Ha ha" I replied back. I'm such a moron.
So, here I am today...a hurtin' unit because I pulled a muscle or something on my right side from trying to get that stupid backdrop out. If I cough or hiccup the pain is off the charts. To top it off, last night after dinner as we watched the news my lower lip began to swell up. I took an antihistamine and while I waited for it to start working my lips grew and grew until I resembled Janice from the Muppet show or well, over botoxed. This morning I still have some swelling on my top lip so I'm going to get it checked out. No selfies will be posted. Please look at the test shot I took before I lit the smoke bomb.
I had planned on discussing my charity that I donate to from my calendar sales but I'll do that next week. This week I'm the charity, can you help a sister out and buy a calendar to cheer me up? (almost 50% sold!) $35CDN shipped to you.
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Peace, love and kumbaya,
Heather