When I'm taking photos in a sort of public place (i.e. where someone besides VV can see me) my biggest fear is having someone actually ask me what I'm doing. Actually that kind of already happened once but thankfully I was behind the camera at the time so it was easy to think up some lie that would not make him think I was a total narcissist who probably uses prints of her self-portraits to wallpaper her house. Which I totally couldn't do anyway because I rent. But we're getting off-topic here.

I NEED TO BECOME E-FAMOUS. I need to have a wildly popular blog so maybe I'll have some internet street cred (I was going to say blog cred but it sounded sort of uncool. For some reason.) so I could explain that I'm totally not just taking these photos for me, I'm taking them to appease my large and devoted readership! (And yes, that would totally make me feel better. Don't judge me.)

But the best thing is, I don't actually need to become e-famous...I need to look e-famous! And because this is the internet WE CAN TOTALLY MAKE THAT HAPPEN.

Okay what I'm really saying is that I need all you regular readers (all 3.5 of you) to assume 5-10 different identities (more if you're feeling ambitious) and comment regularly on all my posts. If we can get enough "commenters" maybe we can throw a hater or two in the mix as well, because as we all know, you haven't made it big until you have a hater!

So what are you waiting for? GET TO IT!

(okay okay I don't really expect this plan to work but if it does this post is totally getting deleted because i can't have people who think i'm actually popular reading this!)

As I was about the head out the door Sunday morning (yes, morning of the car accident) VV gave me a hug and said "You're my jailbird!". I thought he was referencing my necklaces...I happened to be wearing my blackbird necklace and handcuff lariat (only partially visible in photo) that day. I was delighted by the connection and adoringly asked him why he was so clever. VV was confused.

When we got home that evening I took off all my jewelry and was hanging out in the t-shirt dress and VV called me a jailbird again. I suddenly realized that he had been referencing the stripes on my dress, not my jewelry.

Which means that in retrospect, this outfit was kind of overly theme-y costume-y. Gross.

Sorry about the crap photos, did not have my tripod or remote handy.

So now...makeup. Part 2. (Screw transitions)

They are kind of ridiculously expensive, though. Must think about this...

To your left, brushes/tools. To your right, lip liner that I'm ambivalent about using. Bad memories of bad 90s chola makeup flooding my head.

Okay that was long. Haven't been in much of a blogging mood lately. Bleh.