Stockholming, Days 2 and 3

So the greatest barrier to this project is the lack of internets. At my house, anyway. Here's how I'm going to handle it: photo every day. I look at it. I post it as soon as I get to the internet (probably on a lunch break). While it seems clumpy to the reader, the experiment still works because I am still looking at an honest picture of myself every day. So there.

Day 2: Attempt 1.

I was at J's house and thought aha! I can get a real full-lenth pic from the bed. Then I realized the ceiling fan was still on, so I turned it off but may have forgotten that it still kind of swings lazily around anyway. Not comfy. Also not too clear...let's not do that again.

I also hope that you'll forgive the formatting wonkiness of the blog--in case you haven't noticed, I don't spend too much time blogging these days so I don't have the technical expertise that others do.

Day 2: Attempt 2

Better, in J's master bath. I'm working on the whole "clean the bathroom and stop looking scared or elsewhere in the picture" thing, but the whole is a work in progress. I wold also like to justify the loobrary (Anita Blake novel; perfect bathroom reading) because it is the master bath. Someone would have to walk through the closet to get there so, having got there, they should just be lucky there's no toys, pore strips, or lingerie drying in the bathtub.

Day 3

And we're back in the bathroom at work. Camera's out of the way, but yeah. The "from the side" angle could be better. It's one of those outfits that looks great when I stand up straight, suck it in, and don't move. I wonder if BP needs a statue for the day...

By the way, this project is amazing but I am so glad that everyone's doing it fully covered up. I was in the gym locker room this morning when suddenly I was flashed by two 20-something nakeds and a couple of 60-something nakeds. I was stunned, because most of the time the morning crowd comprises dedicated towel shrouders, of which I am one. The afternoon, not so much, but precoffee naked strangers...HELLO! I try not to stare, I really do, but it happens anyway, because I have been comparing myself to other clothed women forever, and I both envy and hate other people's ability to be completely, unabashadly naked. It means they don't stare and they don't compare, and I am jealous. My next though: glad I don't see that on the Stockholming project. So thanks everyone.