Selfie Sunday | Trying to master morning pics

Nobody complains when I post pictures like this. I’m putting this up because I liked the shot and think I’m getting a little better at these, thanks to the hands on coaching I got from my friend Hy.

And there’s no bruising visible to make anyone worry.


Selfie Sunday | Wherein I learned from the master

Last Sunday morning, I was in Hy‘s living room as she ordered me around:

Stick your ass out.

Move away from the candle.

Don’t hold the phone that way.

Twist to the right. More!

Lower, that’s nice.

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A rather lovely weekend. Except the sleep deprivation.

I broke my daily posting routine – again. I think this will be my 365th post, unbelievably.

But I took to heart the advice I got (take time if I need it, essentially) and furthermore, I didn’t have much to say on Sunday that was current. I could have taken a picture of myself but it felt rather empty (with no disrespect to those to do – Selfie Sunday is just not something I feel compelled to do on a regular basis).

I have a post in progress about the crazy Italian. We never met but his text messages were ridiculous. I have another post (inspired by Will Carrier constantly asking me why I was dating online) to demonstrate that while not all men online are looking for sex, there were hardly a whole lot I found worthy of a response for me. Just not a good fit, and all that. But I wasn’t inspired to complete either. Continue reading

Popping my Selfie Sunday cherry

I’ve seen some real lusciousness on Sunday these last few weeks, courtesy of some bloggers on the Selfie Sunday bandwagon.

Not sure this will be an ongoing theme here, but I was deleting a bunch of pics on my phone and saw this one – which I sent to a potential lover this week – and thought it might be a good candidate.

Selfie Sunday