We are working on a new logo . This time the 'we' is not the usual Royal we, but we. A fab designer [Victoria Mena] and I.
The logo is so lovely. ab fab and Ms. Mena should be decorated with a medal for surviving this extravagant ordeal. She is a brave, brave woman.
I am squeaking with excitement.
Or it may be my poor, aching bones. The kids believe I am literally rock solid, so they climb all over me every chance they get and, dude. After a while it really, really hurts.
The studio is packed with new dolls and fabric creatures eager to get their 15 minutes of fame online. Alas, my camera, that old drama queen, decided this is the perfect timing to self combust. And so it did. Sort of.
Ok. I am lying.
I lost the cable thing that connects the plug with the play, without which there is nothing. Who would have thunk. A silly short black cable holding so much power. Ridiculous. Outrageous. Even.
Ah and then, the battery door simply will. not. keep. shut.
I tried the trick where you tape it with, em, some sort of tape.
It did not hold.
So. Yes. Where were we.
I am not a very spiritual person, but this surprising turn of events leeds me to believe that I, too, can see the future and, strangely, this future holds a new, easy to operate,
c a m e r a.
Just, plug and play. Just stick it in, and click clack clank. Zoom in, Zoom out, upload and publish.