Well, I managed to get the boards to stay where they’re supposed to be.
As for the good paint job…
I got it looking decent, in my opinion. The owner loved it.
The Photography Box
I need professional pictures. I look up photography and find out they use photography boxes to make their items look best., But I noticed that the boxes are pretty simple looking. I decide to make one.
I picked a good sized cardboard box in great shape. I figure it will last longer than if I used a damaged box. Next, I tried to fit some black material over the inside of the box. This didn’t work so very well. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m uncoordinated and clutzy or if this should have been expected.
I, in my great wisdom, turned to white material because the color (obviously!) caused the problems. I had just as much trouble putting the black material on the box.
Huh… It wasn’t the color?
“Why not just paint it?” A friend said.
I have paint. Do I have enough black?
I search the project supplies.
No. I have plenty of white paint, but black makes the jewelry look best.
All the Photography boxes I’ve seen are white with lights and material that can be added to change the background.
I gather what I need and move it all to an open area to work in.
I give it the best first coat I can between visitors.
Augh! Where’d they all come from? I have not had this much company in weeks!
Boytoy has been staying with me for the last few days.
I look around my apartment and feel the tears tickle the under side of my eyelids. I have come a long way, but I still have a long way to go.
Why didn’t any of the men help? Why were they always pulling me away from what I needed to do? Why were they adding to what I needed to do but not letting me do anything?
Why was there a constant stream of people? These people were not friends with me, why come see me?
I don’t have anything near the company I had two years ago, or even a year ago. As a matter of fact I have zero company unless there’s a man here.
Note to self: Company was here to see the man complaining about all my company.Do not accept responsibility for the company. The men are doing something to bring them here!
Tears slide down my face as I continue painting the box. There’s no sounds of crying and nobody ever looks at me, so no one ever knows that I cry.
Oh, they all say they look at me and they see what I do, but only two people have caught me crying day after day after day after day.
No one cares about me, only what they can get from me.
The goal is to create a background without anything visible in it. This way there’s nothing to distract the eye from what is photographed.
Boytoy gives it a second coat. He used spray paint.