Most people like to take advantage of a new year to make a resolution to be a better version of themselves.
For most, that looks like some sort of diet. Or some new exercise plan.
For many, it looks like a big purge – time to clean out the closets!
And for some, it’s a new resolve to keep a journal, read more books, or find a better way to stay organized.
And sometimes new organizational methods simply come about due to necessity.
I like to think I’m an organized person. I’m a religious list maker and depend heavily on my planner, complete with color coordinated pens.
To be fair, my blog organization has always needed some sort of boost. My inspiration is strewn throughout Pinterest, Facebook videos, and physical cookbooks. My “what to blog when” is kept mostly in Facebook events (which are super helpful) that I never actually put in that beautiful planner of mine.
I had a decent system for my photos.
Or so I thought.
If a dish hadn’t yet been shared on Sew You Think You Can Cook, its photos simply stayed put on my camera’s memory card. (Like those Boston Creme Blondies I shared this month.)
I have now been forced to change that method of photo storage.
See. My kids broke my tripod a while back. For Christmas my husband surprised me with a new one. I had a renewed effort for food photography one afternoon. I made a beautiful salad for dinner that I look forward to sharing with you this spring. In wanting to take advantage of daylight I assembled a serving of salad, set up the tripod, and snapped some bright pics.
Then my Firecracker wanted to help take some pictures. Afterwards I let him walk around the house and he took pictures, blurry I’m sure, of the floor and his toys and his brother. Then he plopped on the couch and watched some tv. I asked if he was done with the camera so that I could put it away so it doesn’t break.
My touch screen was on some weird systems setting so I backed on out of that. And to my sheer horror the memory card had been wiped.
I screamed (not at him), I cried, I crumpled onto the floor. Then he cried. And tried to find solutions. “We can hit the back button.” A lot of “why”s. “You can just take the pictures again.” (After calming down and talking to my mom, I did set up another salad plate and took another round of picture, though not as bright thanks to the setting sun.) “I know where they are! They’re on Netflix.” After a couple hours, when telling Daddy the story, I got a hug and an “I’m sorry.”
I guess I need to unload that camera more often and simply become better friends with the “File Explorer” on my computer! Who knows, maybe it’ll rekindle this blogging hobby a bit.
I want to know: What’s something your kid did on accident that made you wish there were some sort of insurance policy on them?