Trailer trash me and a lost-in-neverneverland photo
Yesterday, Mr. Neighbor would not let go of calling me trailer trash. I kept trying to rebut, but I've yet to successfully rebut the man. (That sounds sort of *ahem* or something.) Anyway, today, trying to search high and low for a copy of the image of my needle-felt on wet-felt hat for the lovely and extraordinarily generous Ms. yarnwench, I deigned to searching the web for my own name. As it turns out, the first two sites listed seem to indicate to me that, yes, indeed, I am trailer trash. I didn't want to visit the links to their sites, lest it somehow acknowledge that I participated in listing myself on their pages. And--very strangely--someone has listed me as an "interesting person" on their amazon.com profile. I want to somehow contact this person who finds me interesting. While I decidedly do not consider myself trailer trash, I'm not so sure I'm interesting.
I love that things are out there like my support for Robert Reich and the nipple I made for the nipple project (featured on someone's blog entry, no less) ...
... you know, things that would mortify my father were he to query my name.
I swear I back up all my photos a zillion times over just to make sure I have all my photos, but can I find that hat photo? Not for nothing. It would be much simpler and faster to simply re-photograph the hat, but it's been worn so many times that it has this halo effect going on. I want that pic of it halo-free.
I love that things are out there like my support for Robert Reich and the nipple I made for the nipple project (featured on someone's blog entry, no less) ...
... you know, things that would mortify my father were he to query my name.
I swear I back up all my photos a zillion times over just to make sure I have all my photos, but can I find that hat photo? Not for nothing. It would be much simpler and faster to simply re-photograph the hat, but it's been worn so many times that it has this halo effect going on. I want that pic of it halo-free.