|Just painted this old Ikea chair, pretending I sit here, but never do...|
My kids, more masterful than I'll ever be - my eldest son got 46 comments on his first Instagram pic - are already familiar with the grainy realism of the meal-eaten shot, the ennui-slouching-against-a-brick-wall shot, the everyones'-shoes-in-a-circle shot, the spread-fingers-in-a-sunset-sky shot, the rear-vision mirror shot. I know many people - no names - who photoshop out their wrinkles before posting on Facebook.
Over the weekend we had our school fund-raising auction, themed Hollywood. I ran out of time to organise a costume so just wore New Blue (second wear, getting my money's worth) and sorry, had not intended to bore you more photos of that dress. I had my hair dyed Ombre or "Dye Dip"- dark underneath and in the back - with a triple Pompadour 'do afterwards.
First off I had three big boomphy rolls on the top of my head and braids at the side, a sort of Bourbon (Louis XV) Mohawk. But I chickened out, leaving just a small roll in front. I still felt exposed and I suppose put on too much make-up. One of my kids, taking photos said: "You look scary with all that make-up. Turn to the side when I count three." (Btw, I liked the Ombre but I've had nuff naysayers that it's going back to block-blonde tomorrow...Coward.)
|Turning the scary face on three|
|Ali G and Audrey|
|Home-made 3-Ds of the Hills|
|Bjork and friend|
A friend of mine pleaded the other day: "I don't ever want to read the name of Obama on your blog." She's as a keen supporter of Ob as me, but what she meant was my blog is for the silly, don't clog it with health reform issues and similar.
Nonetheless, after seeing the Vanity Fair photo of Obama clutching his mouthguard for a game of basketball, my boys are re-considering wearing theirs' which are shiny-new as the day purchased a year ago. So there you go, Obama is already saving us money.
Anyway, after a week of balmy temps here hitting the 70s, Obama won, and sun kept on shining. I celebrated last night with six pieces of toast, butter and Frog Hollow marmalade. Yeah, crazy, that's me. So crazy, I forgot to take a photo. Bugger.