I got a packet in the mail. It was from grandma!
Wouldn’t it be nice to picture the joker household… me in a cute dress, lovingly arranging cookies on a plate, to snap a few pictures with ease and then serving them to my love…
Instead, the whole affair is sweateningly frustrating. I still can’t handle that bloody DSLR! And then I end up swearing and grunting until the bf comes to the kitchen, grabs it out of my hand and says “And then you pick this setting,… and this…” and I can’t keep up, and then it works. And then I take a few more pictures, and go to photoshop.
It’s a wonderful tool, and I really need to learn to handle it. That my wrist feels like breaking every time I lug it around, doesn’t help.
Oh well… maybe in the christmas vacation…
And now excuse me while I go enact my revenge on those cookies.
