So while I was at the grocery store, I happened to notice that strawberries were on sale. So I got them.
I walked a little further and noticed those little shortbread cakes that actually taste like Twinkies were on sale. So I got them too.
It was fate that vanilla ice cream was discounted as well.
So what do you get when you add it all together?
I put my face in it.
And hoovered it.
The End.
I’ve always been content with the brand of camera and lenses I own [which are all Canon]. And I’ve always been content with my Rebel XT with 8 mega-pixels – I’ve never felt compelled to look at another dSLR because my camera packs enough punch for me. And as tempting as owning different types of lenses can be, I tell myself to look at the price tag before I play with any (and remind myself how frustrated I was with the 50mm at first). That usually does the trick of not looking at the lenses any more. But the one thing I can’t stop looking at are the accessories; more specifically, camera bags. I’m such a girl.
I have three camera bags. One the hubs picked out when he got me my awesome present – but ladies, let’s be honest here, how many of you would let your husband pick out your handbag? Precisely. It serves it’s function but it’s uncomfortable and is too “camera baggish” for me. I can’t blame the hubs – he’s a guy and never really carries a bag. But I’m a gal and I carry one everyday and I like the idea of being able to squeeze my wallet in my camera bag so that I don’t have to worry about a purse too. The Pod-Mate and I have this discussion all of the time.
So when we were heading to Germany to visit eMohn and sheMohn (haha!), I got myself a Tamrac Adventure 6 backpack. I didn’t know where we’d be visiting so I wanted all of my camera stuffs with me and the backpack was comfortable to wear all day. And the top of it was perfect for my wallet, passport and sunglasses. It’s perfect. But then again it’s not.
Because it holds everything and gets rather heavy, the idea of taking it on short day trips (like the Zoo and the Fair) where I know I’ll need only my kit and 50mm and a few other [small] things, the backpack becomes cumbersome and a chore to carry. But I don’t like carrying the camera by itself; it needs some protection if I’m taking a break because I’d be the one to knock it into something or spill soda on it.
My pal, Mrs. Rev, was kind enough to let me borrow her camera bag for my day at the Fair. I’d been pricing out this brand and tried to view them at our local camera shop, but no one carried the one I wanted. So I got to try it on for size for the day. And after two hours of wearing it, I realized I wanted one super bad. The next day, I took a hammer to my piggy bank to gather up my allowance and purchased myself a new camera bag. A Crumpler 4 Million Dollar Home, to be exact.
My bag is a little different from Mrs. Rev’s but it’s the perfect size. It holds my camera with either the kit or 50mm attached and the other lens. And there’s a velcro-ed pocket in the front to slip in my wallet stuffs. And there’s a nice little netted top that I can slip more stuff into like my eye drops, chapstick, floss and my Tide To Go stain stick – never leave home without it!
My favorite thing about the Crumpler bag is that it doesn’t look like a camera bag. It looks like a little messenger bag which is quite useful because as Mrs. Rev says “…it’s about the size of a purse and doesn’t scream come steal my expensive ass camera!… you know.” Yeah, I know. And I really like it.
Which has made me decide that camera bags are like purses. When I tote the kahuna, I don’t carry a purse. And when I carry a purse, I don’t tote the kahuna. Usually. Unless I’m going to work and only need the camera for an hour during my walk. Yeah. Even so, why not have a few bags to choose from? The Crumpler will likely be my “go to” bag. I’ll definitely still use the backpack for trips when I don’t know what all I’ll need until I’m there (plan to do so this weekend, actually). And my little black retangular camera bag the hubs picked out houses my extra camera stuffs like cleaners and those padded velcro-thingys that fit inside the bags. See, they’re all being used. Which says a lot more than the purses I own.
Side note: For those of you who also enjoy accessories like me and are looking for a comfortable yet stylish neckstrap, check out Trendy Camera Straps – they all have neoprene padding at the back of the neck which makes wearing your camera much more comfortable. I have the tan scroll – it’s very cute and very comfy.
*UPDATE* I did some homework and found a list of websites that sell camera bags that look more like purses. To check it out, click on What Women Want: Camera Purses.
*UPDATE* If you’re truly looking for a camera bag that looks like a purse, check out Courtney Reece’s post on her new Kelly Moore bag. It’s very cute and very functional.
The hubs is down for the count this morning – apparently absinthe wasn’t as good as an idea as he thought. I think he really just wanted to relive the trip to Germany we took last fall. And now he is dreaming about said trip. And Chase is his body guard. That dog will spend all day in bed with him. So it’s just me and Chevy.
The weather is absolutely wonderful today; sunny with a crisp in the air. Chevy is dying to be outside but it’s Sunday… and I spend most of my Sundays in my PJs. That’s how I roll. And I don’t think my neighbors like seeing me in my PJs. But Chevy doesn’t stop taking advantage of that sunshine as she’s found a tiny little bit of light shining through the window.
Chevy is the BDD (big deaf dog) and even though she can’t hear, she can still talk. Well, I talk for her in a deep voice. And she says stuff like “Food Lady, what you be doin’?”
Actually, she could care less what I was doing. That is unless I was opening the door or had food in my hand. Chevy’s my cooking buddy – always has her head propped up between me and the counter just in case anything slips her way. She’s my shadow.
Which is why she’s with me and not with the hubs who is sleeping like the dead. So we were in the kitchen drinking our morning coffee, she was sunbathing, I was carrying on a conversation with her and decided to grab the camera.
Getting on the floor with her threw her for a loop. “Food Lady, you playin’ wit me?” Nope. Just admiring your spotted feet. I love her spots. And the funny thing is that they keep changing. Especially on her feet. I have no idea why or how, I just live here.
One thing my big brother (Happy Birthday to you!) is good for is finding stuff of the internet that I wouldn’t even think of searching for. Well, he’s good for other things like making fun of DAd, telling funny stories about his kids and correcting me when I misuse/misspell a word.
But a week or so ago he sent me several links that discuss a photographer’s rights. I perused the documents and just reading them freaked me out. I hadn’t even thought of being detained for taking a picture. But I’m sure it happens. To people who aren’t me. Because I’m a wuss and would cry “Just take the damn camera!” And then I’d be sad because I’d be camera-free. And then I’d be hella mad at myself and would probably sob until my face swelled to twice its normal size. That would suck. But this isn’t going to happen because I’m aware of my rights as a photographer.
Anyway, the brother found this photographer’s rights document that I found to be the most convenient for me – it’s precise, to the point and small enough to print out and fold into my camera bag. Which the brother also suggested I do. I guess as you do get older, you get wiser. Whodathunk.
I included all of the docs the brother sent over at the bottom. Check them out, read them over, they’ll be helpful if you’re ever approached by a tyrant parent whose pissed at you for taking pictures of their kid because he was super cute, not because you’re a pedophile. You can just pull out your handy little “rights” paper and politely point out you’re in a public place and it’s legal. Suck it.
Big Brother, here’s to you -
May you have the happiest of happies today.
May you have a relaxing day full of good news and treats.
May you have children that are perfect little angels for at least 24 hours.
May you get lucky on your birthday – sister in law, this falls in your jurisdiction.
And may your head start shrinking because it’s becoming abnormally large – just look at that melon!
(I’m his favorite sister.)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIG BROTHER. I LUZ YOU!
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