Lets ditch those imperfections and go all out GLAM. Yes lets glam it up with some disco, diamonds and glitter.
I suggest some gorgeous shots - really over do it on the posing and makeup and dressups and show us the extrovert you. The sexy mama in the kitchen with the peek-a-boo apron or how about some diamontes on those dungarees, stillettos, feathers and lycra. Looking for ideas then go no further than Glam Rock as your inspiration, KISS, David Bowie, and Queen and Garry Glitter. Glam means dressing androgynously in make up and glittery, florid costumes such as David Bowie during his Ziggy Stardust phase or The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Get Glam everyone!
Well, I am glad to see that I’m not the only one struggling with this months theme. Between over extending myself out here in the real world, slacking off in my virtual duties, and then taking and online class that falls somewhere in between… Creativity is hard enough to conjure, the introspection is surely out the window.
Imperfections. Those are things you need to face in your own time. There’s the, “Oh look, I’ve got some new wrinkles,” and, “Man, my jeans are getting a bit tight,” but there are also things that run a little deeper. Sometimes it hard to see the “normal” imperfections we all face because of less-normal (abnormal sounds a bit harsh) imperfections some of us may deal with on a daily basis… or have dealt with all our lives.
I know, I know… what’s my deal with pictures of shoes?
Ok, I promise to “up” the participation in future weeks,
-A
I’ve slacked off on my SPC duties for the last two weeks, sorry about that. I’ve been and still am out of town and it has put a damper on my internet time. But I’m back! Imperfect as I am, I’m back.
I usually do a “You make me feel” kind of post, but I’m just going to give you my picks for the week this week.
She thinks she could use botox to make her look less angry, but I think she looks like a movie star. I’ve probably said this before, but I love looking at everybody’s perceived flaws because they never look like imperfections to me. Which makes me hope that my own self declared imperfections aren’t as bad as I think.
We all have our bits and pieces that we pay the most attention to. I love her post detailing her chosen vanities, her hair and her hands. And I love this photo and I love “mystery schmystery.”
Imperfection…
Man, do I fit that bill lately. I’ve been lagging on my own blog not to mention this one. With all the writing I’ve been doing for school it just hasn’t left much inside to write for fun. So, with my apologies, here are my pick this week.
I am imperfect, that is for sure. I missed a doctor’s appointment on Monday, because I thought it was on a Wednesday. Oops. And my day to post my weekly picks is on Thursday, yet I’m posting on a Friday. Oh, the imperfections, how they add up. They are so many that I doubt I could find a suitcase big enough to carry even an a wee fraction of my imperfections.
So it is very interesting looking at the perceived imperfections of others, isn’t it? Especially since these imperfections are actually quite beautiful.
I love this photograph because it makes me laugh. It is cute and just plain funny. And then I read the post that goes with it and well, it is worth a read. It is a very honest. She made me laugh and she made me hold on to her every word. A lot of times when I read blogs, I skim posts, I don’t read every. single. word.. But this time I did.
I can relate to this pile o’magazines and books sitting beside Lunar Musings’ bed, because I have one just like it by my bed and tub. Though I am impressed that she has Scientific American in her pile, because I have Us magazine in mine. And I just like this photograph. I like that her pile o’magazines looks HUGE compared to her bed and night table.
How sweet is that little freckle on her hand? So sweet. Always a fan of the close up shot of a face, this is my favorite picture of the week. I love the red pen, her glasses, her hair, and of course the freckle.
October 3, 2006 at 5:27 am · Filed under Uncategorized
When I look into a mirror, I see a little bit of squdginess, especially around my tummy, eyebrows that really do need another waxing, hair that needs a good wash and all these little lines beginning to make their prescence felt. I normally sigh a lot in front of the mirror, but I deal and try to think of positive things - the squidginess is still post baby fat if I didn’t have it, I wouldn’t have him, my eyebrows are from my father’s side of the family and have excellent shape, just happen to be a bit unruly, my hair, well… time…. and the little lines all mark experiences I’ve had.
The long and the short of it is that I can rationally and logically work my way through it and don’t feel the need to go to disturbing lengths to rectify the situation. There are many people in the population who feel that there is something wrong with them and take steps to make their self image more what they think it should be like.
Those in Australia, if you watched Denton the other day would have seen an episode about three amputees. All of them had amazing stories, but it was the thrid amputee which made me really sit up and listen. You see, this man engineered the situation where his leg HAD to be amputated because he always felt that this part of him didn’t quite belong. His solution? He stuck his leg in dry ice until it couldn’t be repaired…
Then there are those men and women who suffer from anorexia nervosa who when faced with the prospect of death are still unable to gain weight…
What am I trying to say? That your side of the fence is green and that the squidginess is a drop in the ocean? No… I’m trying to say that the brain is an amazing organ and trying to understand why it does the things it does is sometimes impossible.
I’ve been on hiatus for a couple of weeks - been rejuvenating over the uni holidays, had my first scuba diving experience and enjoying my son!
