Aaaand I have a home.
Such.a.relief. Moving just down the street, 'conveniently' following the streetcar replacement west; that is to say I likely woulda missed out on this place had it not been for the construction limiting traffic flow and thus visibility. Best part? Main floor, I get to keep my piano!
Next, in typical Angela style; off I go to my trusted world wide web to check out the new digs virtually:
Now, maybe it is just me, but I really do wonder how many pictures are out there of me that I have no idea exist - surely dude walking his dog isn't posing - or in other non-informational photos - like stranger's vacation shots.
Perhaps it is because I was surfing through pictures one friend posted where they are front and center a concert or because I was reading of another venturing out on their first artistic nude shoot (new tangent: and again, maybe just me, but in my world; it takes forever for all the crinkles lines of socks and belts and bra straps to go away - is there some secret I don't know about?). Still within the same few minutes of this morning's blog/email/facecrack reading, yet another friend's, (three if I back track a couple days), photographic/portrait skills are absolutely shining.
All this self-image and capturing it is running around in my head with the new-apartment-dollhouse-game of imaginary furniture placement and figuring out the actual logistics of moving mash about.
I have to talk to my investors - but - I am hoping to arrange to pick up keys ahead of the 1st - ideally.
Sooooooooo - who is around and bribe-able Labour Day Weekend?
Next, in typical Angela style; off I go to my trusted world wide web to check out the new digs virtually:
Now, maybe it is just me, but I really do wonder how many pictures are out there of me that I have no idea exist - surely dude walking his dog isn't posing - or in other non-informational photos - like stranger's vacation shots.
Perhaps it is because I was surfing through pictures one friend posted where they are front and center a concert or because I was reading of another venturing out on their first artistic nude shoot (new tangent: and again, maybe just me, but in my world; it takes forever for all the crinkles lines of socks and belts and bra straps to go away - is there some secret I don't know about?). Still within the same few minutes of this morning's blog/email/facecrack reading, yet another friend's, (three if I back track a couple days), photographic/portrait skills are absolutely shining.
All this self-image and capturing it is running around in my head with the new-apartment-dollhouse-game of imaginary furniture placement and figuring out the actual logistics of moving mash about.
I have to talk to my investors - but - I am hoping to arrange to pick up keys ahead of the 1st - ideally.
Sooooooooo - who is around and bribe-able Labour Day Weekend?