On the other hand, as we all know, angle is everything, when we're taking photos of ourselves to try and discern what flatters us. I know this shirt's colors are perfect for me. But when I ask myself whether it's a great outfit overall . . .
Maybe the thing NOT to do is put the phone on the kitchen counter, because waist-height angles are just . . . as you see. Exacerbated by standing like a triangle, with my feet apart and my arms at my sides.
So in deciding that I was just going to wear this anyway, because what the heck, I did take into consideration the fact that this is how I'm going to look to the average seven-year-old.
And I took some more shots:
Assessing things with a cool, objective eye, I think I'm safe in saying that this is not the most winner of the outfits I've made with my Camellia. On the other hand . . . the colors are nice. And I already knew what shape I was. That should not come as a surprise. AND I am comfortable, and the colors mean that my face looks good. If I felt strongly about making this a more flattering outfit, I'd knot the shirt, but right now I really can't be bothered.
Washed my hair today, obviously. Here's the dry look:
My bangs are starting to hit the kind of length I've been waiting for –– a few more weeks, and I'll go in for a trim and have them blended in as long curtain bangs.
Other things I have accomplished today:
*Read a chapter of Virginia Woolf's Jacob's Room, which I don't think I've read since grad school.
*Answered two of the emails that have been awaiting my attention. Will tackle two more tomorrow.
*Dropped off four bags of clothes and a box of coffee mugs at the thrift store, without going in to buy more things.
*Bought some groceries: pork chops for two tonight, with sweet-potato spears and baked apples. Two little steaks tomorrow, with . . . something. Spinach, probably, since I seem to have a lot of frozen chopped spinach in the freezer.
*Shelved/stacked some more books neatly in a spot where I plan to put a bookcase.
*Ran an eye over my new poetry manuscript again and started pulling some currently-unpublished poems for a submission. I just have not sent many poems out this year at all –– it's been a big fiction year –– but a couple of journals I've been eyeing have reopened for submissions, so trying to scrape something together to send.
*Chatted with my closest literary friend, which is always a balm.
I really need to start walking again in the mornings, but what I have been doing instead is sleeping, which I guess I've needed to do. Also, it's just hot. I so do not love the end of August, but here we are.