As I have said in previous posts, I am mid-divorce after almost 32 years of marriage. My daughters encouraged me to go onto a dating website. In fact, one of them helped me. BUT - I needed a photo. Crap. I am always the one TAKING the photos so I am not in many. And I have just lost some weight so those old ones were not the best. I did manage to dig up two and crop the other people out to save them from embarrassment. But now it was, to borrow a line from the movie Sunset Boulevard, "...time for my closeup, Mr. DeMille".
I know that good lighting can sometimes fill in the laugh lines or other creases that are engraved on the face, so I set up a ladder in front of the sliding doors in the bedroom where the light comes in all morning. I positioned the camera on the little flat, flip-down tray that holds a paint can. So now what to wear?
I started with a turtleneck in an effort to hide my neck. I looked more like, well, you know where a balloon starts going into the knot, how it all gathers up? I looked like the turtle was the knot and my head was the balloon. OK - changed into a V-neck top in an effort to elongate myself, as the magazines tell you to do. But there it was - my neck, with its creases from too many nights of reading while in bed.
So I got tape, yes I did, and I put in on my neck, behind my right ear, and then drew it around and attached it behind my left ear. VOILA! Instant necklift! I got myself in front of the camera, pressed the self-timer, and when I smiled...POP! The tape came off. I laughed so hard at myself - how ridiculous. It was then that I decided that I am just fine as I am. I earned every bit of those laugh lines. I can't help but wonder, though, if I would have an allergic reaction to DuctTape...



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