Before I get into my rant, let me direct you to my
glue-set zipper tutorial over at
Sew, Mama, Sew. I got both of
these wonderful
fabrics from Kristin's
online shop. Don'tcha love 'em?
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My admiration and appreciation of the people I know and love went up exponentially today. I've been putting off taking a photo of myself in my latest sewing creations because I knew it would be painful at best. We don't have a full-length mirror, so I was expecting a rude awakening. Well, let me tell you, it was a RUDE AWAKENING. I had to call up
Bethany immediately afterwards for some talking down and to tell her how awesome
her photos are. If my
sister was home I would have called her, too — again,
awesome photos. I guess all my years of letting myself go —not caring what people think, expecting the world to love me as-is or not at all — have caught up. The
Spandau Ballet hair cut that I gave myself isn't helping any. Note to self: Don't cut your hair when in a bad mood surrounded by screaming, annoying children.
Now what we have here are the best of the photoshoot, the silliest of the silly. Believe it, or not, these are not the photos that highlighted my ham-sized arms, or the ones that showed what could be, but isn't, an eight-months-pregnant belly. While taking the photos I followed Bethany's suggestion: to think something silly.
Alicia P. had a similar idea. I took it further by doing something silly, too — this helped, I think. Then, the best trick of them all, I hid behind something cute — smoke and mirrors, right?
Apparently I'm OK with showing my silly side, or my sweaty unshaven underarm side, as it were. This is, in part, a direct response to one blogger's idea about good marketing being something where you hide all the work that goes into something well done — the never-let-them-see-you-sweat method. Of course, this unnamed blogger is hugely popular and will probably be the next Martha, so I guess she's right, if financial success is your goal. I just don't have "good marketing" goals. I've been in that industry and it's something I'd like to avoid as much as possible. Bleh.
The love part of this post comes in with the appreciation of all the nice things my husband says to me. That man is a saint, I tell ya. I can be my stinkiest no-bath-having sweat-pants-or-baggy-overalls-wearing self and he will tell me I'm beautiful, that I look cute. His son is learning well by him, a future good mate for sure. As I got dressed for the photoshoot my son said, "That looks nice, mama." That's the best full-length mirror there is.
Labels: deep thoughts TM, sewing