Truth or Fiction?
May 9, 2013 § 14 Comments
Last year during my photography class we had a discussion about whether photos tell the truth or not. Originally, with film one assumed that the photo never lied. But now, with digital, it’s hard tell what is really the truth.
As my hubby is struggling to install bamboo flooring in the living room (we are extending it from the kitchen remodel out into the rest of the house and it’s not going to be perfect!)… I’m in my sewing room trying to keep myself busy, out of the way, and helpful when needed. I’m browsing blogs intermittently while working on my Bee Blocks* from 2011 (above). And you know how some blogs just always look perfect? Perfect photos. Perfect life. Perfect house.
Well, this flooring project is emphasizing how imperfect our house is. And the contrast between the perfect blogs out there that we all drool over & our imperfect house in here, makes me want to rebel and post about all my imperfections for a good dose of reality. But I can’t quite bring myself to completely reveal ALL the ugliness.
The amateur photographer in me still needs the photos to look nice. The pile of my grandmother’s dishes** sitting on the stainless steel work table look pretty if you zoom in close enough. And then I had to move them so I could make bread today.
While the floor is disappearing (we call it Flat Surface Syndrome***) in my sewing room from an overflow of scraps, projects and bags, they look inviting if I crop out the rest of the room. I really should have tried to get a decent photo of the spare bedroom turned storage room for the week!
And the crab apple blossoms live on in a photo (from last week) even though they are all gone and have fallen on the ground, wilted, this week. I guess there needs to be a balance between appreciating the little things (how pretty the dishes look stacked up) amidst the chaos around it all. And… remembering that no matter what the photo says… that may not be the whole story!
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* I’m thinking these Bee Blocks need to become our beach quilt, or picnic quilt. The liberated piecing style seems to want to be spread out on the ground and laid upon while watching the clouds drift by or flying kites on the windy beach. I’m also thinking that maybe it should have a denim backing to increase it’s durability. And I’ve been craving to make a tied quilt. Weird huh? What do you think? Could this one be tied? I’ve only ever tied one quilt before in my life. But I don’t use it. It’s more of a memory quilt.
** We really should use these dishes more often rather than letting them collect dust inside a cabinet.
*** Usually, it’s just the dining room table, or the counter tops, or the coffee table that are prone to this syndrome. But no flat surface is immune! If there is a flat surface available, it tends to collect things!