“Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go.
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
– Mother Goose
I first heard the poem Monday’s Child several years ago. It was a beautiful late summer afternoon, and I had just spent the day photographing my youngest sister in the flowerbeds of our back garden. Attempting (and failing) to find a caption to post with these images on Instagram, I eventually grew frustrated and asked my mom’s opinion.
“Monday’s child”, she told me.
Confused, I asked what Monday had to do with the image I was about to share.
My mom clarified, “No… it’s a poem. Look it up.”
As it turns out, the caption was perfect, especially considering the fact that my sister was actually born on a Monday. Fair of face seemed like a fitting description: my young, innocent sister surrounded by butterfly bushes and the vibrant blooms of late summer’s warmth. The perfect caption now found, I typed up the poem and shared it to my instagram feed.
Since that day, the poem Monday’s Child has remained at the back of my mind, tempting me for years to do a small series based around this whimsical description of each day of the week. With all my other projects going on, though, I never allowed myself to truly entertain the thought. However, with the premature ending of my 365 project, I found that I was itching to have my camera back in my hands. Monday’s Child was calling my name.
Oddly enough, I had exactly the right number of friends I needed for this project, which made this new mini-series seem like it was meant to be. In my mind, I felt that this would be the perfect way for me to remember, years from now, all the silly adventures I dragged my friends through. Perhaps they’ve just been humoring my (sometimes ridiculous) passion for storytelling, but my time spent wandering through forests or shooting in my cramped dining room with these ladies are some of my favorite memories here in Boston.
The night we shot the first three images in the series, we spent the evening sharing a meal and listened to music as we laughed and relaxed with each other. After our meal, we folded up my antique dining room table, converting the space into my studio, and began to recreate this poem. Costumes donned, black backdrop in place, we continued to giggle (which sounds so ridiculous, but it always inevitably happens when girlfriends are together) as we created the images for Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday’s children.
Although I have yet to photograph the rest of the week (meaning posting these today will be sharing them out of order) I wanted to show you anyway. Patience has never been a virtue of mine, but I think when it means I get to share new images earlier, it is alright.
I’d be curious to know if you can guess which day is which. Did I make it fairly obvious, or does it leave you wondering? Please tell me in the comments below!