Self Portraits… Ugh!

Treasure Hunt Tuesdays theme was hard to swallow, self portraits. Hardly a subject I could take delight in though like most moms who stay behind the camera, I don’t seem to exist unless I make that extra effort. It’s never fun to suck in that baby gut that just won’t go away, to hope that black really is slimming and you just happen to be wearing it – all over. Praying that your barely in the shot and that your ‘good’ side makes it and not the powdered sugar lipstick ring from that raspberry jelly doughnut you shoved into your mouth. Oh… I suppose I’ll just get on with it. Thank heavens for magic of Photoshop!

Yep, I’m a dork. Out at the lake with my tripod around nine in the morning. I took a bunch of pictures, but this is the only one I could muster up the courage to post. Blame it on bad shots; it happens more than I’d like it to. My point and shoot doesn’t like to focus on nothing (go figure) so I have to “lock” the auto focus on the tree and then rotate the camera to where I guess I might be in ten seconds if I’m successful at hurdling over the logs in my way, fixing my hair and remembering to sit properly all in under 9.234 seconds. The proof is in the pudding, look at the vertical stump to the left.
Finding the silver lining of this trip; it was beautiful, the landscape that is, despite the pop-pop-pop of gun shots in the distance. I think it’s duck season and good ol’ Elmer was at it.


That’s me, (duh, Stace! Self-Portraits….) laying on the floor in the great room, you can see the back windows reflecting in my eye. Note to self, don’t rest your head on anything unless you want to look much older than you really are. Stupid wrinkles anyway.



As soft as a feather. My best impression of an angel, not to be mistaken as a “Victoria” kind of angel. They have fleece in heaven, right? Washed out, blended background, dodging, burning, hues & sats, sponging… there’s a lot of trickery going on in this one but if the “cover girls” can get away with it, so can I. Still learning, mind you.



See!!! Lots of deception, but at least I’m being honest. Below is the naked, untouched original.


Ah, much better as an angel. Forget you saw the truth. “You can’t handle the truth!”



And to prove that I really do have two eyes, my favorite – if I were to go so far as to ever call a picture of myself a ‘favorite’. I think this one captures “me” the best or at least the happy version I’d like to believe. Young at heart, wishfully doe-eyed in an old-fashioned way, with a quirky sense of humor. Doer of good, a hopeless, hapless romantic and lover of three very particular farmers.