When fave sis called me to say that she and fave niece had seen a picture that they both thought was me, but couldn’t be because I hadn’t posed for a studio picture, I was inclined to believe that the picture wasn’t of me. other people called; didn’t believe them.
When my issue came the next day, I thought that the girl in the picture (there weren’t any names) was really cool and somebody I would like to know. There were pictures of other people. Found it interesting that not one person was dressed in black.
After studying the picture in depth (okay for eight hours) and having several other people look at it, I was 90% sure that it was me, but still didn’t believe it. Lucia said it was either me or I had a double running around. Still doubted it. My clothes, my hair, my face, but it couldn’t be me.
The picture was taken slightly over a year ago at a launch party for a new magazine. Believe that when you go to a party for a new magazine, and photographs are taken you lose all expectations of privacy, and consent without signing anything for your picture to be printed.
That party was ten hair cuts and seven hair colors ago.
My other best friend (keep on wanting to write the other white meat) Rafe, the straight owner of a Madison Avenue hair salon would be the person to have the defining say in this. It took him all of two seconds to tell me that it was me. My friend Angie Ralph works at that salon. She’s been Lucia’s other best friend since they were five, and my friend for almost 30 years. Took her all of a second to say yes also.
logically I knew this picture was of me; my clothes, my hair–nobody has my hair, my face–though the nose looks more Valerie Bertinelli, than my so called “perfect nose.” And I’m wearing shades so, I couldn’t see my eyes–well after staring for eight hours I could.
Darn it, I like me! I look like a prototype something. Moral of the story: when you find yourself in a large national magazine and you’re not sure it’s you but think the person is pretty, interesting and somebody worth knowing–believe it!!!
Have you ever looked at yourself, totally, through another person’s eye? It was amazing. I like me; I really like me.
And no, I’m not giving out the name of the magazine or any other info. My blog can be very personal. My picture, pictures of my loved ones, and even of my apartment go into the category of “too much info!”
I’m just do darn Kool–and full of myself right now!
I had gone through one personal crisis after another for several years, and lost all confidence and belief in myself. It’s been coming back.
Look out world, I’m back and ready for something!
That’s not true: I’m almost ready for my book to be published and for me to become a media superstar.
Leave me to my dreams!
And self, let me introduce you (me) to self! I’m somebody I would want to know. God does that feel strange, but self get in touch with your other self(yes) and let’s take our show on the road.
Congratulations! The only time I’ve seen my likeness in print was the cover of The Origin of Species although I’m still hoping to be the Field & Stream centerfold.
Awesome!
So where’s the picture? Wanna see!
I’m with you – pics that might have been in publications or papers are for my real self – only the pic of one of my Dog’s, taken in someone else’s home, has made it onto my site.
Cool! That is too, too neat!
As MoxieGrrrl says: So Where’s the picture?
We all wanna see!
Sure does beat a picture on a milk carton or hanging in the post office! And a much nicer ego boost! Good for you.