Be Careful When You Push the Shutter

First of all, there are definitely some big developments in the house hunting story. I can't divulge too much information now, because if this doesn't work out, I don't want your hearts to be ripped out of your chests and stomped onto the ground and discarded the way mine will be. So, I will wait until things are signed, sealed, and delivered. But, to keep you interested, this just might be the house we have a contract on:

I know, right?

More on that later, but we definitely appreciate your prayers.

Back to the story at hand. My brilliance.

You see, due to all this house stuff, we are in need of some extra fundage. We have the downpayment, and we've paid more than I would have liked for multiple inspections, and unfortunately, I see more money needed in the future. We have some extra, but I would feel much better if we have more. So we've gone into the not-spending-any-money-and-how-can-we-come-up-with-fast-cash mode. (And I've gone into ridiculously stressed out mode.)

We had been considering selling Mark's French horn for probably at least a year, and recently Mark decided that he would like to sell it. It is a very nice horn that should be able to bring in a decent amount of cash, so we got to work. I put it on craigslist, and we've been trying to network and find someone interested.

Well, the first day I put it on Craigslist, we got a bite. A lady wanted some pictures of the horn. So, after a very long day, I got home around 10:00pm or so and started to get the horn ready for pictures, and started getting myself ready for bed. Somewhere in the midst of all that I only got myself half ready for bed, but the photo shoot continued.

I laid out a backdrop, took out my five-year-old digital camera, and went to work. I experimented with flash/no flash, and I was getting pretty proud of my photography skills. I ended the evening with several good pictures on my camera and even a video, put up the French horn, and went to bed, very hopeful that it would sell.

The next morning I got out my trusty camera and began loading the pictures on my computer. As soon as I got the photos on the computer I realized that I had epicly failed at my photo-shoot that I been so proud of. As I stared as the computer screen-sized image of Mark's French horn, I could very clearly make out my reflection in the metal instrument. Big deal, right?

Well, remember that I mentioned that I only partly got ready for bed? Well, the part I got ready was the lower half of my body. There I was, in my pajama pants and a bra, happily posed in picture-taking mode for any interested seller to see.

Now, if that show won't sell a French horn, I don't know what will.

So, needless to say, I very quickly deleted the evidence, laughed at myself before the rest of the world could see me in my bra, and took more pictures that night.

And to top it all off, the lady who was interested in the horn didn't buy it after all.

Sigh.

Happy Labor Day!

~Kathryn