It's easy to see that as far as trying to avoid double chins later in life, I was doomed. Even as a three year old you can see that I'd need the chin-up method when having my photo taken to trying to avoid looking at each and photo taken of me in adult life and exclaiming "Good God" quietly to myself as I press delete. Clearly, this is my parent's fault.
I will also kindly give them credit for my creative streak. My Mum painted black and white photos with colour before they figured out the easy way, she did this for a paid income. And I spend hours trying to figure out how to take the colour out of photos perfectly. Go figure.
Fresh from watching the Warriors win, I'm in a good enough mood to clean the office windows and wipe down all the benches. I'll be carefully shifting punched paper butterflies (from my new Martha Stewart Punches from Embellish It in Timaru ) punched oh so carefully by Abby as a gift for Daddy for Father's day, ssshhhhh it's a secret, there are hundreds of them in all colours....) and wiping away weeks of dust from sanding, distressing and generally being creative. Makes me almost too sentimental to clean it away, really. Something else sentimental that I'm selling on trademe. A canvas created with Tim Holtz stamps recently.
Off to make a move on this cleaning before I lose enthusiasm. Hey.
How do you make Lady Gaga cry?
Poker face :o)
See, still a kid, really.