
When I was little my mom would sit me down with a crochet hook in my right hand and some scrap yard in the left and expect me to work miracles. She never gave me direction, just taught me a stitch and told me to do what comes natural. I would always just end up crocheting with the thought in mind that I would make a scarf. I would crochet a gigantic long strand that was at least half the length of the room. I'd finally get about two rows done and mom would come behind me, find some small mistake and rip the whole thing apart. No wonder I was discouraged and always gave up.
Now days, I set to crocheting with a purpose. Recently, I've been doing these adorable props for photos. Today I am crocheting a swaddle and a hat for my cousin's newborn baby.
I am always looking for new hobbies, but nothing beats my passion for photography. I am just getting started and I am so excited that God has blessed me with this ability. I love taking photos. I love capturing little moments of people's life. This weekend I am going to do some photos of an acquaintance of mine who is 8 months pregnant and due is May. I am really looking forward to it and hope that my muslin backdrop I ordered comes in soon.
I happened to be talking a great photographer I know and told her I had been doing some photography. She was excited and happy for me. I asked her if maybe she would let me tag a long on one of her weddings because I have two booked for this summer and am scared as hell. I'm hoping I can get an idea of what she does and then maybe I wont eff up someone's very special and important day by doing crap pics.
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