I made it up. It’s a fake. A fraud. Phony. Fabricated. A sham. A stunt. I was like a confidence trickster (all you Fawlty Towers lovers will get the reference). I was asked to send in between 6 – 8 photos of me doing my craft for Uncommon Threads. Yeah. Me? Pictures? of me? Sure. I like to be behind the camera not in front of it. Even when I was a child I hated pictures. When I was old enough, I burned all the ugly ones. That was my way. So what the heck was I supposed to do about these silly pictures?
“LARRRRrrr?” (that was me yelling from upstairs). “Can you take a picture of MEEEEEeee?”
He knows I don’t volunteer to take a picture of myself unless it’s a family requirement or the like. Needless to say, he took more than necessary (considering this might be the last opportunity in his lifetime?) and I had many to choose from. I can only show you two which don’t show any show-related projects, both of which I intend to make fun of. Please join in:
Why in the heck do my feet look dirty here? I just took a SHOWER. And could I have spent a moment looking in the mirror to notice that I look hot, despite the facial I just gave myself!? Repeat after me, “DORKkk.”
And then there’s this beaut. I must have thought I was going somewhere, even though my pj’s were back on me in .00097 seconds after this was taken. Yes, I’m that lazy people. PJ’s are my life blood. I stood there long enough waiting for Lar to take the damn picture that I had a dumb glaze cast over my face. Ah well:
This was an exercise in futility as I’m going to have to spend a few days in front of the camera. I might as well get used to it now.
