To raise some funds to
buy even more clothes, I've decided to sell the old, outgrown and out
of fashion things I have on FleaBay. Mum said it was OK so long as I
ask before I put anything up for auction, so I began sorting through
my clothes, deciding what I wanted to keep and what I might sell. Mum
wouldn't let me sell a few items that I really wanted to get rid of,
but for the most part, she was happy. Now the work begins. Not only
do I have to photograph every item, I have to create the listings and
write the descriptions, and getting this right will determine if
something sells or not. I'd done a lot of reading about successful
FleaBay selling and according to the interweb, clothes sell better if
they're photographed being worn rather than on a hanger or laid flat.
The more images the better, so front, side, back, close-up details
and the label should be included. I modelled the first batch and Mum
took the photographs... but they were all a bit crappy. If they
weren't blurred they were wonky, which means I’d have to spend ages
straightening and cropping the images on my laptop. Mum blamed the
camera and I blamed her, before asking my brother to help. His
photos looked OK on the small camera screen, but “Oh Peter you're
as bad as Mum.” I whined as I looked at them on my large laptop
screen. “Can't you hold the camera still for one millisecond?!”
“I was.” he
claimed, before blaming the camera.
I picked up the camera,
told him to stand where I'd been standing and took a couple of
pictures of him. Then I viewed them on the large laptop screen and
showed him the difference between my 'steady' photographs and his
shaky ones. We started again and whilst some of his pictures were
perfectly sharp, too many weren't. “This is
going to take forever.” I sighed.
“Sorry, sis... I'm
trying my best.” Peter claimed. “Why don't you put the camera on
your dresser and use the timer?”
“Because that'd take forever... I'd be waiting 30 seconds for each picture.”
“Yeah, true.” he
sighed. “Well... I wish I could help but, if I can't take a decent
photograph there's not much I can do.” He began to make his exit.
