Yesterday morning while still in bed I attempted a selfie to test out a different setting on my iPhone. Now, I darn near blinded myself with the flash. I was still seeing the afterbursts an hour post-photo. But the worst part was the horrifying image captured by the camera.
I won’t share it here, but let’s just say Jabba the Hutt might have a fraternal twin.
Note to self: Camera angle is everything.
Peace, people.
I seldom take selfies, but since I’ve been wearing a hat to hide my crazy hair for the past two weeks I thought I should celebrate when it behaved.
It’s not going to win me any beauty contests, but I can at least forego the baseball cap today.
Peace, people.
Yesterday I wrote about attending a campaign rally for Hillary Clinton at which former President Clinton spoke. I was an early early EARLY bird and had a front row spot. I’d like to say front row seat, but those were off to one side and reserved for local VIPs.
Given the time I stood in line along with time spent in the actual event I stood for about five hours yesterday. But it was so worth it.
Immediately following the event former President Clinton made his way around the barrier, stopping to shake hands with everyone within reach and graciously posing for pictures with anyone who asked.
When he got to me, a world famous camera klutz, I decided to just shake his hand since I couldn’t do that AND snap a quick selfie. It would have to be enough.
But the young man on the other side of me showed me his photo and I must have made some utterance of envy or dismay, for William Jefferson Clinton, 42nd President of these United States, took two steps back to me and WHISPERED IN MY EAR these momentous words, “What did you say?”
Yes! That happened. And I was flustered, but managed to say, “Oh, my friend was able to get a great selfie and I’m feeling jealous!”
And just like that he posed with me.
Yes, it’s a horrible photo of me–Ms. Psychedelic Funhouse 1956, but what a story, right?
Peace, people. And Vote.
selfies:
one of the kardashians, kanye’s wife,
kim, published a coffee table book around her favorite
selfies.
hundreds
of pictures of kim, provocative, poised,
playful, compiled for public perusal,
appropriately titled
“selfish.”
i did not
purchase this book; however, i wonder
if it could be used as a template for my own book of
selfies.
so far, of
the twelve selfies in my iphone, only
two do not render my visage as a distorted picasso
painting.
much work remains.
Peace, people!
Copyright 2016. All rights reserved by Leslie Noyes.
Note: I have no connection at all to Picasso, nor to Kim Kardashian, never have been or intend to make any monies or free lunches on the back of this post, and to my knowledge was never a model for Picasso or for Kim.
Why do the stats on my WordPress page fascinate me so? I’m not a competitive person, but as my day and month draws near to a close I find myself 93 guess short of making this my best month ever. 
That’s me. It feels impossible, but I can at least try! C’mon people. View me!!!
Praying for Eyebrowz 