An anti-photo shoot

Yesterday some sunshine, a bloke with a camera and me wearing my new smock top happily collided to produce some dorky photos of me and my recently finished garment.

I kind of half posed in front of the garden fence.

We tried the on-the-angle-headless thing.

Took a series of shots that looked like the Hills hoist was an extension of my head.

And then I gave up and went back to hanging the washing. Sunshine for drying washing waits for no one around here at the moment.