Last week, I shot some promotional images for Fibre Space, Old Town Alexandria’s retailer of gorgeous yarns and knitting accoutrements. When Daphne here isn’t modeling awesome knit patterns, she’s an instructor for classes offered through the store. This last image is just a cute candid of Daphne.
Don’t these images get you in mind for fall. The whole Polish grandmother look is really having its moment in fashion. You can’t update your browser without someone linking to matroyshka nesting dolls on Pinterest. I don’t know about you, but I want to look straight up babushka. Here, I found my point of inspiration. I had to include a little dog picture as a nod to Danielle, the owner of Fibre Space. She’s a huge dog person, but her dog of choice is the Italian Greyhound. She loves them so, in fact, she rescues them. I’ll be photographing her adoptable doggies soon. Best. Assignment. Ever.
Speaking of doggies, as we’re in our new house Charly’s doggie nesting urges are flaring. We’ve been married long enough to have completed the life cycle of our pets. We lost both our Jody dog and Billy the cat last year. Disclaimer: I’m not a dog person. I’m a cat person. Small dogs are preferred. Big dog’s are fine, so long as they’re clean, don’t jump or slobber, and keep their barking directed at ninja intruders. Our house is three finished levels, but the footprint of each level is not exactly huge. Charly wants a Golden Retriever. They’re beautiful, but huge. Last night I mentioned my reservations about his dog choice. He said if he can’t get a Golden, he’d rather not get a dog. What am I to do with this blatant passive-aggression? Jury, please note the ridiculous stereotype with which we’ll be fulfilling with a Golden in our neighborhood? The only thing missing is the Baby Bjorn and whatever hipster parents drive. I know how this movie ends…it ends with me walking a dog as big as I am. Of course he’ll get his dog. My goodness, he’s already the named the thing. It’s Molly, by the way.