So it's almost a shame that I post this photo above the below photo, but unfortunately, I've been, um, disinclined to post my work within the last two weeks. Not that I didn't like it, just that I didn't find the stories that interesting. Ok, that's a lie, but fuhgeddaboudit.

The good news is that I have new babies. A solid 85mm prime and a handy-dandy extension tube. For those not photo-oriented, an ET is an alternative to directly buying a lens that was designed for macro photography. All you do is twist it onto your camera body, grab a lens and away you go. Granted, not all lenses work with it, but that really doesn't matter.

I wasn't feeling incredibly inspired but I really, really wanted to play, soo I thought of things around the house that went with a comedic line or some sort of silly story. Now mind you, this was all macro photography, so I was kinda limited in what I could do. I came up with the following:

1. The brass goose my mom dropped on my head when I was little.
2. The coffee table that still has my little 6-year-old's teeth marks in it.
3. My collection of cool hotel keycards, however, vetoed because I could write a book from all the stories packed into those suckers.
4. Some beautifully crafted jewelry I picked up in an awesome Thai market for three bucks - which goes with a haggling story at its best, might I add.

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5. The newest addition to my Enzo Angiolini shoe family. I don't own many shoes, but the ones I have I love quite dearly. These. Are ridiculous, but I love them: twenty bucks too!

But anyway, here's the story: Linda and I were wandering in DSW when this man, wife in tow, approached us for our opinions on his selection of a dress shoe. Linda immediately says, "Oh, I don't like them." He then looks at me, I look down at the shoe and say, "I don't really like them either, but I spent the last few months working for a fashion network and all the guys wore them."

Which would have been a perfectly acceptable answer, had I not been dressed like an idiot. These sequined, quaintly obnoxious ballet flats, some tight, worn bootleg jeans, a zip-up hoodie that Linda bought for my brother about seven minutes prior, which was about three sizes too big WITH the tags still on and was only on me because I was too stupid to bring a coat, and last but not least, a French braid that by this time of the day, was just shy of disaster.

Eek. Well, for whatever reason, the poor sap listened to us and ended up purchasing a much more mundane shoe. In case you were wondering, this guy had big feet and was trying to wear a lengthy square-toed shoe, which, is the equivalent on the absurd scale of girls above a size 7 wearing pointy-toed stilettos. And by the way, if someone can give me one good reason those shoes are flattering, I will go back into this post and write: "In my opinion" for every one of those statements...

If you're wondering the same about my shoes? Craftsmanship, ladies and gents, craftsmanship.