There is a certain threshold of tiredness which, once crossed, enters me into a decided stage of hyper-activity. Or, rather than "activity" - more like hyper-sensitivity to silliness. This is the stage in which I found myself for round two of Baby McKenzie photography this afternoon - wherein she acted as the sole subject.
It was her naptime and while she slept, I longed to. Instead, I found myself acting as prop-master for her session. I tell you, the models always have it easy. But at least, when my weary arms felt like falling off rather than hold up the black sheet used as a backdrop, I was able to laugh it off.
And when my sister's hands slid under the other black sheet, to be used as a prop for the tiny feet and itty bitty toes needed in the photo, I declared, with certainty, while being careful not to drop the backdrop or get my fingers or goofy faces showing through the thin, jersey-knit sheet, "I'm pretty sure this is how Sears does it."
lol
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