Forever Amber

Jul 05 2006

Picture Imperfect

I have broken one of my cardinal rules. The rule in question is this one:

THOU SHALT ALWAYS BE PREPARED FOR THE EVENTUALITY THAT A PHOTOGRAPHER APPEARS AT YOUR HOME AND WANTS TO TAKE PICTURES OF YOU/IT

Adherence to this rule basically involves the house and garden looking immaculate at all times, me being always washed and, yes, dressed, and my wardrobe containing a selection of darling little outfits ideal for a range of different occasions.

Needless to say, my life is hardly ever like this, which is unfortunate really, because tomorrow the Daily Record (circulation 3,458,011, people) is sending a photographer round to take lovely pictures of Terry and me. They’re doing some sort of advertorial thingy on transplants for the NHS, see, and they’ve decided that what would make it totally perfect would be using our story of "OMG! WE GOT ENGAGED AND THEN ONE US NEARLY DIED!" An uplifting tale of triumph over adversity, you see.

They will be working the "Terry’s brother gives him a kidney for Christmas" angle, of course, but apparently they are mostly interested in the wedding, which is nice because at least someone’s interested in it. God knows none of the wedding photographers I’ve been trying to contact seem even remotely interested, but let’s not talk about that now, Internet, because I’ve already had one migraine this week and I could really do without another.

Anyway, so the photographer is coming tomorrow at 11am and WHAT WILL I WEAR? I have NOTHING. No.Thing. I suspect I will fall back on that tired old standby, jeans and a top, but which top? Which jeans? I mean, I guess they’ll want us to look fairly casual, kinda like "Here we are, relaxing at home in our post- kidney transplant world, lalala" but I really don’t do casual. OK, I wear jeans pretty much every day in life, but that doesn’t mean I look good in them. And my nicest tops are more "here we are relaxing in our favourite bar with wine" than "at home with Amber and Terry."

What to do, what to do?
(I want to go shopping.)

Amber

Hi, I'm Amber. I'm a full-time fashion/shoe blogger from the UK, and this is the story of my clothes, my life and the International Man of Mystery Next Door. You can read more from me at my other blogs, The Fashion Police and Shoeperwoman.

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Jul 03 2006

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Work Stuff

Random Displacement Activities

I’m not going to lie to you. There is one reason and one reason only for this post. No wait, there’s two: to kill some time before Neighbours comes on (God, I’m like a student. I’m the girl who never grew up…) and to help me avoid the Project of Doom – a piece of copywriting so boring that in my efforts to avoid it last week, I did this:

Yup, that’s our cutlery drawer. Lookit how tidy it is! And you know what? It still looks like that now. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner, to be honest.

Anyway, yes, Huge Project O’ Doom. How on earth will I motivate myself? I mean, money is always good I suppose, and at least I do get money for this. Unlike, say, the project I was “invited” to work on earlier this morning, in which lucky ole me would get to slave my little guts out churning out copy for someone, to be rewarded only with a share in the profits. Because I will totally want to give up my precious time and – ahem! – expertise, in the hopes that you have the ability to make your business successful. Oh yes I will, where do I sign up?

I think the implication implicit in this “invitation” was something along the lines of “If you say no to this then you must be a crap writer because if you were a good writer you’d have confidence in your ability to write words so powerful that we will all be millionaires this time tomorrow. Also: you suck.” I’m sure I’ll get over the blow to my ego, but seriously: I don’t walk into shoe shops and say to the assistants, “Give me those shoes, I’ll pay for them if people say they’re nice.” (Note: ohmygod it would be GREAT if you could do that!) And anyway, good copy is only one part of creating a successful website. It’s of no use at all if the website doesn’t get traffic, and why should I trust this person to be able to promote it well enough, or even to have a product that people will buy?

Gah. I’ve said it before but I say it again: I work in exchange for money. MO.NEY. Nothing else.* And with that, my friends, it’s time for Neighbours…

*Except shoes.

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