I needed to submit a head-shot of myself to a new website I’m going to be working with (stay tuned for that announcement!), except the head-shots that I already had weren’t the best. Neither my husband nor myself really know what the heck we’re doing with this camera most times, so it’s of no surprise that we got the big #FAIL back from the company stating we needed a redo, along with instructions on how to do it. Yikes.
Knowing that I didn’t even know if my camera had a timer setting on it or not, I needed help, and all I had available were children ten-years-old and below. I opted for the safest option – the oldest of the bunch. He very carefully put my camera strap around his neck (because I’m a nervous-nelly about dropping it) and he knew right away what to do, how to twist the lens and what button to push. I was impressed, I guess he has been observing me 🙂 I explained that what I needed was a solid background behind me, so I decided I was going to kneel in the grass to have the grass behind me.
I explained that we had to take a test shot when, mid-sentence, I heard “Snap!” I wasn’t ready yet. Someone was apparently eager.
After he showed me what the test shot looked like, and I directed him to zoom in a bit, he obliged and shifted. But then I noticed him doing freaky things with the other hand holding the camera (not the hand depressing the shutter-release) “Snap!” And again, another picture when I wasn’t ready. Thank goodness these were test-shots.
“Hmm. Okay, you still need to zoom in some. Here, let me show you..” and so I twisted the lens and zoomed it in all the way and handed it back to him. Before I had the chance to even look at him let alone smile, he snapped it. Again. Frick, man.
“Okay, dude. Here’s how we’re going to work this..” I began. “First, I’m going to smile, see? ‘Cuz it’s kind-of important that my head-shot have a smiling picture, and not a picture of me making funny faces, y’know?” {He laughed. I laughed. He snapped. This ended up being the picture I used.}
Unfortunately, my shirt was still doing crazy-stuff, so, with the editing wonders of Picnik.com (in all their shirt-cropping, color-deepening, wrinkle-removing, under-eye-contouring, airbrushing glory. Ahem.), here’s the end result.
He didn’t do such a bad job, huh?
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