“Baked beans are not a fashion accessory.”
“Baked beans are not a fashion accessory.”
So I was totally going to call this post “Heart On My Sleeve” in reference to the hearts on my cardigan, and I was going to talk about something sweet, but here’s a better story:
See that last picture where I’m looking all profound and philosophical? Yeah, well just as the timer was going off on my camera I happened to hear a noise and noticed a bee flying dangerously close to me. So the picture was totally forgotten while I focused in curiosity, indecision, and growing terror as the bee started a slow trajectory towards me.
Soon afterwards, I gave a high-pitched yelp, grabbed my camera and ran inside the house. I’m just thankful I had the wherewithal to remember the camera! Though in hindsight, I doubt the camera was a panicked as I was.
Give me zombies and I’ve got sword and gun expertise, but don’t you dare face me with a bee.
*Hangs head in shame*
First off, I finally managed to remember to take off my sunnies before pictures. I know, I’m very proud of myself. Patting myself on the back for this great accomplishment. Hush you from the cheap seats…I’ve still got baby brain here *side note: can you have baby brain with a toddler? Oh gosh, I hope so! Otherwise I’ve got no excuse*
Secondly, my friend Emily *she’s the one in the picture below* and I were told by a store clerk that we had “balls” for wearing big floppy hats like these. I really like being told I’m ballsy. *In my mind they’re always comparing me to Lucille Ball. Always. Without Fail.* But I felt like a bit of a fraud because the motivation behind wearing my hat is totally anti-‘balls’ – I don’t want to expose myself to the sun.
Lucille Ball wept.
p.s. I really have to remember to take the sunnies off for pictures…two days in a row I’ve had both them and the hat on for shots. Sheesh!
When you’re freelance there’s no such thing as holiday weekends. Okay, that’s not true there are…and we here at Chez Haughton are often excited about them because it usually means work and sometimes means time and a half! For example: Saturday I did a half day shoot for a web series, and Monday evening I hosted Movieola. Andrew? Well, he worked on Sunday and then worked on a video game project on Monday (he does the music). So yeah, that was our long weekend. But don’t feel sorry for us…it means that most weekdays we get to go out and enjoy the sunshine while others sit in their cubicle. Sorry, hope you don’t hate me too much right now.
Wish I could see the future.







































