My hands are famous

You may remember a few months back my hands were used in a photo shoot at the company where I was employed as a copywriter three days a week.

Well here are those hands in action (and my fruit bowl - the shoot was done at my house). I believe this advert is being used for the US market (can't seem to make the image any bigger, so if you want the full Shazzy-has-great-hands experience, you'll have to enlarge it yourself).

  

Look Ma, no hands!

Or, in this case, two hands. Back in October, you may recall, I was a hand model for the company I'm currently contracting to.

Today I saw evidence of that shoot - in a brochure that, incidentally, I also ended up writing which will be used in NZ, Australia, the US and UK. My hands will be famous in five markets; I have truly peaked.

My dining room doesn't look too shabby, either.

Yet another dip in the pool of random that is my life...

Hand model

Yes, dear reader, that is as random as it sounds.

This afternoon, PJ, one of the video boys from work, arrived to shoot my hands for a product shot. I'd managed to rustle up a cake which we ate while we gossiped - when my hands weren't assuming their starring role, that is.

Earlier there was a blustery walk around the waterfront and caffeine with a fellow freelancer, Sarah, where we hoped for a special hell for those editors who treat freelancers as though they're something stuck to the bottom of their shoes, and shared triumphs and horrors from the writing trenches.

I also met two deadlines (yay for me) and successfully pitched another feature. The Animator is spending his Friday night at the launch of a digital game he worked on so I am settling in with the Hound, a bottle of wine and the superb, could-this-fill-the Breaking-Bad-hole-in-my-life contender, Orange is the New Black. Sometimes life really is this simple.

Today's visuals are of PJ setting up for the shoot.