Hey, Isn't That...?

Remember when I agreed to model for this book last March? Well, it's now hot off the press, and here I am in 4-color, below. Seeing myself in photos fills me with more amusement than pride. We all tend to be our own worst critics, and I'm no exception. I actually hate having my photo taken (unless it's a self portrait) but agreed to do these for three reasons. First, for my mom, who encouraged me to grab hold of every opportunity I was offered, even if it took me out my comfort zone, as this photo shoot did. Second, it was a nice day out of the office. And third because if I make it to be an old woman I can use this book as solid evidence that I really was once young(er).

Isn't it strange how much changes in the course of one year? My mom didn't get the opportunity to see the finished book, though I did share bound pages with her late last summer when the project was still in design and nearing completion. Still, I know she would have had a lot of fun hunting down the finished copy in bookstores and telling everyone, "that's my daughter!" I show it to you in her place.

Pretending to knit a scarf. My hands had to be molded into this position by the author since I've never held knitting needles.

Tiptoeing towards the tulips and trying hard not to appear as flat-footed as I am.

Giving myself a little hug...I actually like this photo, and the Kangaroo mittens were amazing, though they're hard to see here.

Headless once again...hmmm, are these close crops a bad sign?

Reading a vintage copy of Rabbit Run in a scarf far frillier than anything I would ever wear (though the Angora fabric was delightfully soft).

I should add that this book provides amazing directions for hand-dying yarn using a variety of techniques, and the step-by-step photography as well as the overall design of it is simply stunning. I think many of you would love it — and of course if you tell everyone who sees it, "That's Winnie Jolicoeur's daughter" my mom, wherever she may be, will smile.