Mr. Dot & I are having a bit of a domestic incident. First, he wants me to make him an early supper (vintage cheddar cheese omelette, soft on the inside, thickly sliced brunswick ham, green salad with Cardini's caesar salad dressing & Paul's bread, his favourite meal which I do make rather well) as I'm running out after to meet a friend for a quick chat. But he's got me near tears because he looked at my blog & said that my post looks bad. He said, and I quote, 'Pictures of the sky, Jill. And your one shot of people, it's blurry.' He said 'You've got all these great street shots, why are you posting this xxxx?'
It's a lose/lose situation for me because I've been saving these shots of this lovely, oh so photogenic group of friends that I shot on Gloucester Road 3rd September and haven't had a moment to post. I didn't want to bother them & we did a whole shoot - the whole story was so cute, and it's really hard to decide which shots to use - and so I just gave them all my cards and counted from left to right, 1 - 6, and gave them each a number. (You might recognise number 6 from a previous post on electric blue). So far only number 5, Alexis, has got in touch, which is ironic because originally I wanted to shoot her alone, as I love her look. (The dress is from my latest favourite shop, All Saints, in Shoreditch).
So I'm hurrying to get these up and will probably make mistakes, all the while he's asking how long I will take because he wants his damn supper. And then what should pop in but a message from my sweet blog-friend, Erika of Cafe Fashionista, bless her 100% cotton socks, on my previous post on Victoria & Albert:
"I absolutely love these pictures. The lovebirds are utterly adorable - the girl actually looks like a model; she's gorgeous. And you're right...there is something about blurry pictures that is so intriguing. :) "
Thank you, Erika. And how do you like them eggs, Mr. Dot?
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P.S.: while I was preparing dinner, he took a look at my blog & said 'Ah, that's better.' I looked at the cat. And waited. He got quiet for a moment, like he was reading, and said 'Oh so now you're getting your little blog friends against me, huh?' And I told him about Erika's comment. 'That was one comment, Jill. One comment!'
Still. I've won this round, and domestic harmony is restored. Now off to finish making his dinner.