thanatos said:
If it's anything like the shoe mountain I live with, you'll be needing at least a 16mm superwide. On a medium format. 50 meters from the shoe mountain.
You mean. . . hers is all in ONE room?
It's different at my house. You see, my Sweetness has got the total package; beauty, brains and BLUFF. It's a given in our universe that
the necessities have priority. But somehow, she has wriggled shoes into the necessity of
clothing category... a re-done kitchen into the necessity of
food / roof-over-our-head category, and her car into the necessity of… well…
no car/no her category.
OTOH, I can’t for the life of me squeeze not one Zorki into the
necessities budget. So I’ve turned to another necessity… the necessity of
"Stink-eye Lying." When quizzed about finances, I turn slowly toward her, cock my head ever so slightly to the right, just barely raise my left eyebrow, set my jaw firmly like The Man of the House, look her right in the eye and LIE __ LIKE __ A __ DOG.
I'm forced to lie ‘bout prices and credit card bills, the fact that my heart jumps at the sight of the leedle white postal truck and I really don't pay child support to my six children from three dashed marriages. I hide the damning evidence, cameras, lenses and shipping packaging carcasses, … and other credit card bills. (She thinks Oleg is a child in Calcutta that I adopted through Compassion International. "Aaahhh, that's sweet." she said.)
So we dance. She bluffs – I Stink-eye Lie (and buy, buy, buy!)
😀
But I NEVER, NEVER, NEVER tell her the truth about what I paid for a camera. That would break the Stink-eye-Lie Code of Honor!!