something beautiful

of her newly remodeled kitchen (which I will be blogging soon) so she could post them on facebook to show our aunt in Kansas. When I met her at her house, she had just arrived home from grocery shopping, so we quickly put her groceries away before shooting.

Here’s the thing about groceries: there are some items that may live on your counter on a daily basis (like hamburger buns), that you might not want included in images that you were going to share online, in which case you might temporarily stash them in the oven, where the unsightly blue branding on the bag would remain unseen.

And you might, if you happen to be my sister, have a sister who laughs and says, “I can already envision that melted to your oven rack.” To which you might respond, “No, I’ll know they’re in there because I put them there,” which makes perfectly good sense.

It is very important to note that this laughing sister is not being malicious or insulting your intelligence, it’s just that we have this family history….

Fast forward through an hour of me climbing around on things to get a certain angle, moving my light source from spot A to spot B, blah blah blah … somewhere in which my sister invites me and the kids to stay for dinner, which of course we accept.

As we began making dinner, we are talking. And laughing. And there are plenty of children and teenagers walking through, among other distractions. But dinner is going fine.

Then someone notices the smell of something burning…

As it turns out, when there is a lot of talking and laughing, and plenty of children and teenagers walking through, among other distractions, it is entirely possible and probable that you will forget about the bagged buns in the oven, even if you are the one who put them there. This, of course, will lead to more laughing, because didn’t we just talk about this a little over an hour ago?

Fortunately, there are plenty of teenagers about, one of whom can be relied upon to go to the store and get more hamburger buns.