Saturday has become quite the productive day for us. It’s always been our cleaning day, but now that we work all week it’s become our cleaning, errand, filming, writing, date day. After a day of getting all of our around-the-house tasks done, we take time for a little date.
We turned the corner, I saw this and could not stop laughing. Just me? Okay. Bar Deco is just down the street from our apartment and one of our favorite spots. They know how to do comfort food, delicious cocktails, and ambiance fit for the finest of hipsters.
I try to stear clear of click bait-y titles but the title of this post is actually really accurate.
In high school, college, and my first four years of marriage, I had a wall mirror in my bedroom. Each morning I’d grab a haphazard smattering of items I liked at the time and attempt to pull an outfit together that both fit and said something about me as a person (‘cause I’m a millennial, guys). I’d try this shirt with those pants and those shoes with that necklace, in front of my wall mirror, until I felt good about how I looked.
When we moved from San Diego, one of the items I felt wasn’t worth shipping across the country was my trusty Home Goods wall mirror. And we quickly realized after moving to our tiny apartment in the District that there really wasn’t any room to place a wall mirror. Seriously. We have a bathroom mirror, but for those who don’t know, I’m very short and there’s no way I could see an entire outfit in that thing.
No wall mirror, no personal fashion show. No nit-picking every item of clothing I own, obsessing about how it looks on me or what it says about me as a person. My routine now? I have about ten items of clothing that are work appropriate. Each morning, I grab a combination of those items and ask Matt, “How does this look?” He’ll either say, “Looks great!” or, “Don’t you have nude flats?” That’s it. I trust his opinion about how I look and I walk out the door and head to work.
Sure, when I get to work and look in the bathroom wall mirror, there have been days where I’ve thought, “Dang it! I should have worn that top with this skirt.” or, “My black flats would have looked better.” But by that point, who cares? I’m at work, I’m clothed, and my husband said I looked great. I’m good with that.
A few weeks ago, my Dad sent me his gently used Canon Elan7. It’s one of the last film cameras Canon made before going full digital. I’m still learning all the ins and outs of the camera. But I’m having a great time learning! A few things I’ve noticed taking this camera out and about with me:
Thoughtful pictures: Between my iPhone and a sizable memory card on my DSLR, I’ve become accustomed to shooting a zillion pictures while I’m out and deleting all the poorly framed, underexposed, or just unappealing photos when I get home. But when I’m shooting on film, I know I only have a set amount of shots left on a roll of film and each shot costs money to process. It forces me to be more thoughtful about the shots I set up and waiting until the perfect moment to capture a scene. (It also saves time when I get the photos back! None of the photos below were edited at all!)
I think Matt’s enjoying the camera too! 😀
Enjoying a moment: When I’m taking pictures on my T3i, after each snap I can stop, check the photo I just captured, and adjust my settings or frame accordingly before snapping more shots. But on film, there’s no screen to check. I set my camera, set up the best shot I can, click, and that’s it! It allows me to take one photo of a moment I want to remember, then move on and enjoy the moment in real life.
I’m not a patient person: I know at this point, I’ve only been able to get one roll of filmed developed, but I can tell it’s already helping me with my patience issues. (And that’s only semi-sarcastic.) I know you might be surprised but drug stores don’t have dark rooms anymore. A Walgreens close by will accept film, but they have to mail it out to process and it takes a week to get your prints back. I like that it built anticipation about the photos I’d taken. When we got them back, Matt and I grabbed a drink at the Pret near by and looked at the printed photos.
While I’m still very much a film amateur, I’m enjoying this new little hobby of mine and the little lessons that come with it.