I have a pair of baby shoes that belonged to my grandmother when she was a baby. They are nearly 85 years old. They are little white Mary Janes, made of soft leather, and they fasten with the teeniest little buttons you ever did see. A fluffy little pom-pom adorns the toes of each shoe. They are, in a word, precious.
I’ve been hanging onto them for nearly a year now, with every intention of photographing Claire in these little treasures so I could send a picture to my grandmother.
A couple of weeks ago, I realized that Claire’s feet were growing, and that I’d better act fast.
I dressed her up in a *ridiculously* cute outfit and told Jack to put on his favorite outfit, grabbed the Nikon, and tucked the little shoe box, with its yellowed tissue paper, into the stroller. Off to the forest we went for an afternoon photography session!
When we reached the bridge I had planned on photographing the kids at, I shoved Claire’s little feet into the shoes wondering why anyone ever thought teeny tiny little buttons were a good way to fasten the shoes of a toddler and grabbed my camera.
Lights, camera…DEAD CAMERA BATTERY.
You cannot imagine how grumpy this made me. I had combed Claire’s hair. I had dressed her in a frock. I had secured her shoes with buttons, which is practically the equivalent of capturing a feral cat with your bare hands.
And so, I busted out the trusty iPhone and took some pictures.
I had told Jack to wear his favorite, “most handsome” outfit, and he delivered.
This last picture I had planned on saving for next Halloween. I don’t know what I’d do with it, exactly. but it looks very “creepy Victorian baby from a horror movie,” doesn’t it?
So, I did end up with some pictures after all. And who would’ve thought, when these shoes were made, that 85 years down the road some baby would be wearing them while her mom took pictures of her…from a phone.
Oh! And in case you missed it, the real moral of this story is, “Charge your camera battery.”