I’ve walked for miles, my feet are hurtin’

In mid-January, a friend of mine asked if I’d do a favor for her and take some publicity photos for for the local newspaper. No big deal, she said. Someone had won a room make-over contest and my friend, the interior designer, needed a photographer to take some pictures of her and the winner choosing fabric, shopping for a couple of things, etc. Without even thinking of it, I said sure, no problem, but I'm really not a photographer. Then she told me to shut up.

It ended up being a lot more involved than that (of course!) and we went to ten different places to take photos, stopping for lunch and continuing on in the afternoon. Finally, we wound up back at my friend’s office, which is attached to one of the two shops she owns with her sister. They sell jewelry from Brighton, Pandora and Troll among other kinds, and handbags from Brighton and beyond, and lots of beautiful accessories. Her decorating office is in the back of one of the shops.

I snapped these photos at her shop because I like handbags and I thought these new ones from Big Buddha were cool.

My feet were killing me at the time. I had no idea it was to have taken all day, not that I minded but man were my feet hurtin’. All I could think of on the drive home was putting my feet in my softest socks and then slipping them into my sheep slippers . . .

And dreaming about this gorgeous handbag I fell in love with at my friend’s shop. I loved the color. And the fabric is a buttery-soft, suede-like material.

Just some fun eye candy, these little Spartina bags.

I have the one on the left in a different color. It’s a little make-up bag I use when I travel. I’m such a traveler, you know.

This is my friend Kathy, the decorator. Long-time readers may remember her as the birthday girl from this party bus post. We’ve known each other since the day I moved to the area, which was back in December 1996. I remember going to town to get a couple of last-minute Christmas gifts (we moved three days before Christmas) and stumbling upon her little decorating shop.

As it turned out for this photo shoot, I was to take pictures of Ingrid (the winner) visiting all of the advertisers places of business and perusing their wares, meeting the owners, and looking like she was shopping for anything from material from the fabric shop to bead board at the local hardware store. One of the advertisers was WalMart, where she went on a shopping spree for bedding and the finishing touches like lamps and photo frames. I was surprised at all the beautiful things we were able to score there.

But best of all, I got a super slingshot flying chicken for my favorite dog. More on that tomorrow.

I will tell you though, that every time I come home now, he runs to the car, waiting for me to open the passenger side door so he can see if I brought home a treat or toy for him. Man, I love this dog.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .