Remember a while back when I told you that Phillip got a new job and it was... well it was just kinda WILD how it happened? I mean, maybe not to you, but to me it is WILD and I still haven't asked him if I can share that story! (Remember: only wild to ME. No need to be on tenterhooks here.)
ANYWAY. Part of that story - a very early part - is the saga of The Camera. SIGH. Long story cut extremely short: we lost a fancy-camera-on-loan-from-Phillip's-parents in Cabo. By which I mean we left it in the back seat of our first shuttle when we had to get on a second shuttle when the first one broke down on the way to the airport. Wait, I said I would make this short. Okay! So! Months later, and after consulting with Lindsay, Phillip bought a new fancy camera with a Regular Lens and a Fancier Lens. I own a camera with different LENSES, people. When I can barely operate the iPhone camera.
But Phillip's been playing around with a lot (and throwing out comments like, "you know, I think I'd really like to learn photography!") and I happen to be in need of Nice Pictures. For my bakery website. I KNOW.
So this week, sort of spur of the moment-ish, Katie and I decided to bake everything in sight and take pictures. We'd been PLANNING to do this since Lindsay, forevermore known as Fabulous Lindsay, volunteered to take pictures FOR us. I KNOW. I KNOOOOOW. But Katie and I both have small children and strange schedules and transportation difficulties and it's hard to really plan that sort of thing. Or I should say, when the mood struck we just went with it, whether it was scheduled or not. Tuesday she came over and we made and decorated cakes, cupcakes, mini cupcakes, cookies, and brownies.
And then I took pictures. I would like to state here for the record that taking pictures with a fancy camera results in VASTLY IMPROVED pictures. Even if you still have the photography skills of a two-year-old. I have maybe learned two or three things while in possession of this gadget, but mostly I just press the button down until it focuses and clicks. The end. I use the Fancy Lens, I set it on Food, and press a button. Then I click various mysterious options in iPhoto until it looks like something I would not be embarrassed to have on my website. I KNOOOOOW.
We're getting ready for Valentine's Day. We have some ideas for Valentiney things to sell and I am throwing all my eggs in the Being Legal By Valentine's Day basket. I am very very hopeful that I can show you this website in the next few weeks. I mean, I might just show you anyway. TAKE THAT, WASHINGTON STATE.
(Seriously Washington State, I'm a very nice person and the most obnoxious rule follower you've ever met. Please don't hold my blog against me.)
I'm feeling very PROUD of my unfinished website, even though I completely forgot to resize the photos and therefore my website takes forever to LOAD. Oops.
And in the meantime I think I'm beginning to feel a teeny tiny SMIDGEN of the working mom (from home) feeling. I feel dumb saying that, but I am actually having thoughts like, "I hate that they're watching TV again BUT I NEED TO FINISH THIS!" or "I should be getting dinner ready, but if I don't do this now I'll forget" or "Have I even talked to my kids this afternoon?" My thoughts are all about what supplies I need to buy, what's next on the timeline, what I need to tell Katie, when I should get this done or that done. It's not a job, but it's WORK? Yes. I'm hopeful it DOES turn into a job, you know, that we would have a stream of customers throughout the year, but at this point where it's not a job but you're MAKING it into a job? That's work.
It shows in my house, which isn't dirty so much as Covered In Crap. It shows in my usual diligence about decorations - half the Christmas stuff is still up and I have no idea when it's coming down. It shows in how much time I'm spending with friends. It shows in the fact that we haven't watched Downton Abbey yet - we're both trying to get something done after the kids go to bed. I do all this bakery stuff in the gaps. And then sometimes it bleeds over.
I LIKE THIS. But it's kind of new for me. All the things I "had" to do before were things like blogging or getting ready for a party or writing emails. Or paying bills or doing dishes or folding laundry. Now there's this big EXTRA thing. It's taking up all of my brainspace. I think that's okay?
We also have a potential order coming up that's pretty huge - not so much in quantity, but in the fact that it's for someone we don't really know and will get our name out to a bunch of new folks in our Target Demographic. Let's just say I'm pulling out all the OCD Perfectionistic stops for this one. (THEY WANT A TASTING OMG.)