Seeing Red

The May edition of Red Magazine hit the stores today. Floyd was interviewed by them back in February. The title of the feature was "I Love Her More Now Because...". He never did tell me what he said so I had to buy the magazine yesterday to find out.

I bought a copy at the newsagents in the tickethall at Green Park and stood out on the street reading the article. Awww...Floyd said such lovely things about me and our relationship and how we got through the leukaemia together. It was really well written actually. He suprises me every single day of our lives.

My mother also bought the mag, saw the picture where I do look a bit plump I admit, and said "when's the baby due?". Bloody cheeky old woman! Old people think they can get away with away with saying anything!

But the photo shoot was a pain in the bum. They sent a photographer and make-up girl round to our flat in February. He had already been to our local woods and had found a great location he said. So all of our late night polishing and cramming laundry and junk under the bed and in to drawers was all for nothing!

I had to have my hair twizzled and lots of make up but on so I looked like a dolly with huge eyelashes. Then they attacked Floyd with powder a bit (hilarious!!!). But the worst thing was that because the mag is the May edition and comes out in Summer, we have to look like the photos were shot in Summer too.

So our wardrobes were attacked by the photographer/stylist bloke who laid everything out on the bed and said things like "ooo yes I'm feeling that" or "ooo no, not picking this up at all, oh no, not the yellow, not doing it for me". So we wore thin clothing and traipsed up the woods in our puffa jackets and gloves. I had to wear little strappy sandals. The usual dog walkers through I was mad picking my way through the mud in the car park! And it was freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing!!!!

He found the mouldiest most fungus covered log possible and then decided we had to pose on it.

Chin up, left little finger towards Floyd, bit more, bit more, no too much, chin up, face floyd, eyes to the camera, point your right big toe down more, that's it, left little finger back to where it was, no on Floyd's knee, no back again, chin up, can we get that curl put back behind her ear someone?, left knee down a bit, chin up, head towards Floyd, straighten your back a bit, chin up, no put your elbow on his knee, that's it, Floyd move your hand to the left a little bit, chin up Sophie, Floyd relax that hand, chin up Sophie, straighten your arm Sophie, no, put it back again, chin up, Floyd, can you cross your legs? Chin up, Sophie look towards floyd, left foot down more, floyd relax that hand, chin up, left finger in, okokokok we've got it, we've got it, lets go for it, chin up, ok here we go, yes yesyesyes, hmmmm, no it's not doing it for me. Scrap this one. Lets start again.

And then imagine cramp, freezing cold wind, fungus which you have to sit in on the tree trunk, lipstick being applied etc etc etc etc.

After all the "chin up"s, at the exact moment the shutter went I tucked mine in and I now have 10 chins in the photo. Gah!

Oh well, I loved the article anyway. Well done Floyd xx

ps: everyone keeps saying 'aw, what a special moment, you look so happy, actually Floyd was whispering 'bacon sandwich, brown sauce, bacon sandwich, nice and crispy' which is why I did the 10 chin bellow!! :))