snow white

When we returned home from our Snow White pictures last night and I opened my camera bag, I had to chuckle at the fact that I brought 2 other lenses (my oft neglected 50mm, and my 70-200mm) just to play around with. The nickname Tiny Tornado is no joke... like she'd sit there and let me change lenses. I will say, however, that our romp through the forest was slowed down a bit by her horrendously uncomfortable blue heels that gouged into her tiny pink toes. (We heard about the toe injury for the entire 90 minutes after we returned home until our ears could take no more and TT was escorted to bed. The howling was so severe that she received a visit from Doctor Dad, who donned a homemade cape and a sword, but was more weird than anything else and probably frightened her to sleep).

The blue heels were not our biggest challenge of the evening however. We began by trying to convince Livia that the little strips of tight elastic in the arms were in fact comfortable, and the scratchy material under the skirt was pillowy soft. This is not foreign territory for me. In my 20's I developed a serious case of wool-dar. It kind of like radar, except it's the superhuman ability to detect even .00002% of wool (or other scratchy fiber) in any given garment. My wardrobe took a serious hit as one by one, non-cotton materials were banished from my closet. TT has inherited this aversion to all things uncomfortable (pinchy elastic and cheap tulle included) and woe to the person that doesn't attend to her socks immediately when they are "crickled."

But I digress. I needn't mention that once again I brought my secret weapon (grandma), and we made an evening of it. 80 degrees on October 16th? Yes please and thank you.












































Happy Wednesday!! xoxo