Not sure if anyone noticed, but I’m doing some major catch-up on photo shoots. So, no, my kids haven’t shrunk, nor is this all a Curious Tale of Benjamin Button. It’s just that I’m a mom of three kids who sometimes lets things slip and does her son’s first birthday cake smash when he is seventeen months old. Just kidding. He’s only sixteen and a half months (that means I have two weeks to make this happen!). You know what they say about the cobbler’s children having no shoes…
Two years ago we ended up with the opportunity of a lifetime when my husband finagled four straight weeks of vacation time. Only “problem” was that it came with one week of advance notice, so we had to scramble. Fortunately, last minute cruises can be crazy cheap. In fact, we boarded our family of four on a one-week Mediterranean cruise for $800 total, thanks to MSC and their “kids sail free” policy. No, I’m not being paid to talk about this (unfortunately).
Which is how we found ourselves in Barcelona on a Sunday with very little to do since shops are closed on Sundays. I had SORTA thought we might make it to Spain, so I made the kids some costumes ahead of time (pretty sure I confused Spanish and Mexican styles, because I’m a crazy American, but at least I’m crazy AND crafty). After paying 5x too much for a fan and hairbow to complete the look, we walked a bazillion miles in the smothering heat to a park where we dressed the kids up and took their pictures.
I made the flamenco dress out of an 80’s wedding dress I had picked up at a thrift shop. I wish I had pictures, as it was actually kind of a fun project. Basically, I miniaturized the bodice, created frills out of the bottom lacy hem, and added plenty of colorful ribbons and laces.
For the mariachi tux, I took a dress shirt my son owned and added rows of lace along the front button column and around the cuffs of his sleeves. Then I made a simple jacket and trimmed it with gold ric-rac.
With this shoot (with all kids’ shoots, really) it is imperative to be at eye level with your subject. It’s the difference in getting snapshots taken by an observer and higher-quality, intimate portraits. All the “moments” we captured would have looked entirely different (in a bad way) if shot from above. So prepare to squat down or wear pants you can sit down in. 🙂