Negative Two To You Too!

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So today I get this email:

"Sky,

I have this project that I really want you to get involved in come March, but I really need some good photos of you without your braces! I can't present photos of you to my investor if I don't have anything up to date. Glad to hear you got them off, now let's make that wait time worth it.

Signed,

Bob (No his name really isn't Bob)"

'Okay' I think to myself, 'I can handle that...I'll just get in touch with the studio down the road on Monday'. As I'm about to exit out of my email I notice something tacked on to the end of this email: "P.S. I'm having dinner with him tomorrow so if you could get right on it that would be great."

......If I haven't said it before, this isn't the first time nor the last I will: I hate this industry sometimes.

Oh, hey...did I mention that it is -2 for a high today? Here let me type it again for those of you that missed it... It is -2 here!!!! Thanks, I feel better now.

So my mom says, "Well let's just go take some." (btw for those of you who don't know, my mom is a very good newbie photographer) I can deal with this. Then I realized that if I am going to be taking good photos that my 10lb parka and ski boots probably weren't an option. Instant dismay. So I pack a bag full of outfits and my mom puts on two layers plus a ski jacket as I think daggers at her in her warmth.

We drive to a local park and start hiking to a good photo area past all of the normal, bundled sledders as they look at me like I'm crazy. As if the fact that I'm seven shades darker than anyone in a five mile radius isn't enough, I'm traipsing around in two feet of snow in my high heeled boots and leggings. Nucking Futs. We finally get to the secluded area and start shooting. The good news: I learned that after five minutes or so you can no longer feel your fingers or feet. The bad news? I learned that numb feet lead to falling down. face first. a lot.

We spent an hour and twenty minutes out there including one wardrobe change (my ass is STILL defrosting) and scored three hundred pictures. Talk about stoked. While on the drive home I get to flipping through them only to find out that about a hundred of them weren't of me...my mom had been shooting the ducks behind me :-/ thanks mom.

Moral of this story?

1. People suck.

2. "Freezing your butt off"...Yeah, it's real.

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3. Quit reading your emails on Fridays.

P.S. I walked away with 17 GREAT photos for both the Casting Director and my portfolio: Epic Win. :) I put a few from today at the end for fun.

Signing out,

Your Frostbitten Free Spirit