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I have a confession to make... I don't always tell my wife about my camera gear purchases. I suspect I'm not alone.
A few months ago, I decided to buy a Lumix GX1. I already had a GF1. Decided that it my be prudent not to tell her. After all, they look very similar. Pretty much got away with it too.
I kept hold of the GF1 - after all, there's nothing wrong with it. Just needed to make sure that they were never seen 'in public' together. That would be a very bad thing to do.
The GX1 is my regular carry about digital camera. Last used it on a weekend trip to London on the weekend before Christmas. Safely wrapped up in a bright red Domke wrap in my man bag. Fun was had and pictures were taken. Christmas came and went. I happened upon a review of the Olympus 15mm f/8 body cap lens. Liked what I read. Thought it'd go very nicely on my GF1. Bought one. No problems. Just need to remember not to take both out at the same time.
The GF1 and 15mm combo quickly becomes my current digital fave. We are inseparable.
Got home before my darling wife last night. Feeling like death due to a quite possibly fatal dose of man flu. My brain wasn't firing on all cylinders. Had purchased a cheap wireless trigger to use with the GF1. Tested it. Works like a charm. Wondered if it'd work with the GX1 - should do, but it wouldn't hurt to check. I had time. She wouldn't be home for over an hour. Now, where had I left it?
It wasn't in my man bag - because that's the current home for my GF1. Let me check my 'other' camera bags. Hmmn. That's odd. Not there. Then I remembered that when last used, I'd wrapped it in the red Domke wrap. Now where was the wrap? Nowhere to be found. Where had I left it?
In a flash, I remembered stuffing it down the side of the sofa amongst the detritus that needs to be kept out of sight when people drop by (apparently). Safe as houses. Imagine my horror when I found that my most beloved had conducted a post Christmas tidy up when she took the decorations down at the weekend.
Time was moving on and I had to find it. I scoured the house from top to bottom. Nowhere. Gone. Impossible. Where was it? I checked again. Every drawer. Every cupboard. Nowhere. There was only one explanation. She'd gone and thrown it in the dustbin. After all, the wrap completely disguised the contents. How idiotic could she be? She'd thrown it in the dustbin. I became incensed. But then it dawned on me. If I asked her if she'd seen my Lumix she'd go straight to my man bag and pull out the GF1. I was going to be rumbled. She knows I keep my camera in my man bag. I was going to have to tell her she'd thrown out one of my cameras. That didn't make sense. I'd keep quiet. That'd be the best thing to do. I was still quite angry. She'd thrown one of my camera's out with the trash. I was going to have to say something. I was going to be in deeper trouble if I did. Nevertheless, she really needs to be a bit more careful when... nah, that wasn't going to be a very effective line of attack to throw her off guard. A feeling of intense guilt began to sweep through my brain.
I was going to have to confess. Thoughts began to speed through my mind as to how I could replace my GX1 along with its 20mm f/1.7 lens. Perhaps, given the circumstances, I'd wait a few months.
My head was swimming. I was going to have to tell her, but how to start. "Darling, do you know what GAS is?" Perhaps not. I'd wing it a bit later when she'd settled down for the evening. Not wanting to pour more fuel on the fire, I thought I ought to tuck the radio triggers and speedlight out of sight. But where? I know, in my Billingham 445. It's like the Tardis in there. I'll stuff them in one of the front pockets. Should fit. Hang on... something in there. Wrapped in a red Domke wrap.
The moral of this story is left to the reader.
In my defence, she does buy an awful lot of shoes. And handbags.
A few months ago, I decided to buy a Lumix GX1. I already had a GF1. Decided that it my be prudent not to tell her. After all, they look very similar. Pretty much got away with it too.
I kept hold of the GF1 - after all, there's nothing wrong with it. Just needed to make sure that they were never seen 'in public' together. That would be a very bad thing to do.
The GX1 is my regular carry about digital camera. Last used it on a weekend trip to London on the weekend before Christmas. Safely wrapped up in a bright red Domke wrap in my man bag. Fun was had and pictures were taken. Christmas came and went. I happened upon a review of the Olympus 15mm f/8 body cap lens. Liked what I read. Thought it'd go very nicely on my GF1. Bought one. No problems. Just need to remember not to take both out at the same time.
The GF1 and 15mm combo quickly becomes my current digital fave. We are inseparable.
Got home before my darling wife last night. Feeling like death due to a quite possibly fatal dose of man flu. My brain wasn't firing on all cylinders. Had purchased a cheap wireless trigger to use with the GF1. Tested it. Works like a charm. Wondered if it'd work with the GX1 - should do, but it wouldn't hurt to check. I had time. She wouldn't be home for over an hour. Now, where had I left it?
It wasn't in my man bag - because that's the current home for my GF1. Let me check my 'other' camera bags. Hmmn. That's odd. Not there. Then I remembered that when last used, I'd wrapped it in the red Domke wrap. Now where was the wrap? Nowhere to be found. Where had I left it?
In a flash, I remembered stuffing it down the side of the sofa amongst the detritus that needs to be kept out of sight when people drop by (apparently). Safe as houses. Imagine my horror when I found that my most beloved had conducted a post Christmas tidy up when she took the decorations down at the weekend.
Time was moving on and I had to find it. I scoured the house from top to bottom. Nowhere. Gone. Impossible. Where was it? I checked again. Every drawer. Every cupboard. Nowhere. There was only one explanation. She'd gone and thrown it in the dustbin. After all, the wrap completely disguised the contents. How idiotic could she be? She'd thrown it in the dustbin. I became incensed. But then it dawned on me. If I asked her if she'd seen my Lumix she'd go straight to my man bag and pull out the GF1. I was going to be rumbled. She knows I keep my camera in my man bag. I was going to have to tell her she'd thrown out one of my cameras. That didn't make sense. I'd keep quiet. That'd be the best thing to do. I was still quite angry. She'd thrown one of my camera's out with the trash. I was going to have to say something. I was going to be in deeper trouble if I did. Nevertheless, she really needs to be a bit more careful when... nah, that wasn't going to be a very effective line of attack to throw her off guard. A feeling of intense guilt began to sweep through my brain.
I was going to have to confess. Thoughts began to speed through my mind as to how I could replace my GX1 along with its 20mm f/1.7 lens. Perhaps, given the circumstances, I'd wait a few months.
My head was swimming. I was going to have to tell her, but how to start. "Darling, do you know what GAS is?" Perhaps not. I'd wing it a bit later when she'd settled down for the evening. Not wanting to pour more fuel on the fire, I thought I ought to tuck the radio triggers and speedlight out of sight. But where? I know, in my Billingham 445. It's like the Tardis in there. I'll stuff them in one of the front pockets. Should fit. Hang on... something in there. Wrapped in a red Domke wrap.
The moral of this story is left to the reader.
In my defence, she does buy an awful lot of shoes. And handbags.
Wive's and girlfriends get over their rage over night usually, buy her flowers and shoes and you're done. Better than losing a new camera!
Woops!
