To Go Buy a Tripod

This self portrait stuff is harder than it looks.

It took 15 shots to get this one that I don't HATE that much.

Taking pictures of myself will get easier, right?  Or at least I'll feel less self conscience?

{here's where you say, "Of course it will.  It just takes a little practice."}

Oh, good, I'm so glad to hear that.

Those cowboy boots were issued to me the day I moved South of the Mason Dixon line.  We're all required to own a pair down here.

I'm serious.

Check the manual.

I finally decided to snap one in the mirror so I could actually see my face before the shot was taken.  Alone in front of a camera it does some really weird stuff.  I hate to subject you to that horror show on our first day together. I really want you to come back.  My bizarre facial expressions can just be something for you to look forward to in the future.

I love this dress.  I bought it in the early '90s at some head shop in St. Louis.

I'm super glad it can't talk.  If it could, I'd never wear it out in public for fear it might incriminate me.

Here's a detailed shot of the very adorable belt that I paid 79¢ for on my first ever thrifting expedition.

I found these lovelies on a clearance rack in Baltimore. A three day work conference earns one some retail therapy, wouldn't you agree?

Man, remember when I used to work full time? 

Well, maybe you don't.  But I did used to work full time and I do remember. 

I haven't always lived this life of leisure.