When you look at this picture you probably imagine a gloriously, festive scene. Bing Crosby is singing White Christmas on the radio, the smell of mulled wine and mince pies is wafting from the kitchen and neatly packaged gifts nestle under the tree.
However, I have to admit dear reader, that I have been more than a little deceitful! 'Whaaaaat?' I hear you gasp in horror!
It was the 22nd July, officially the hottest day of 2013, when I ran this shoot. The day was so screamingly bright I had to have every curtain closed so that I could get even a glimmer of fairy lights showing through the backdrop. My Husband looked slightly disturbed when he arrived home to see me with a face like a tomato, clicking away in the semi darkened sweat box. I also had to explain to my disappointed six year old that 'no, we were not going to buy a Christmas tree just yet!'. Next year, I think I will just wait for a dull and rainy evening! Seasons Greetings everyone and, yes, I am actually writing this in December!