It's 1995. I'm listening to Tori Amos's Little Eartquakes for the 5,000th time. I'm reading poetry in bed, writing obsessively in my journal, and crying intermitently. Oh, sorry mom, also smoking out my bedroom window.
Basically, in 2012, I'm doing the same thing, only now I'm listening to The Dead, and it's not so bleak.
(Please smile as you read this. Today was shitty. I know this too shall pass.)
This shot looks a lot more photoshopped than most of my work, and yes, I did photoshop it some, but not as much as you might think. I didn't touch the red of my lips, which I shellaced with two different lipsticks. Since it was a one-handed self-portrait and my neck is totally killing me, I had to settle for the focus being on my scarf, which is fine with me, since the whole point was to photograph my finished knitting project and not make a glamour shot. In the end, I got both.
This photo felt like magic when I made it and feels even better once I got it out of my camera and into the world. This is what it's like to hang out with this family, in one photo, awesome.
We had our bests from Maine down this weekend, and as is often the case with this crew, we picked up right where we left off from this past summer, and Laura and I pick up just where we left off when we lived together in college oh-so-many years ago.
Such a great family, such fun adult friends too. I swear the laughter was out of control for all of us. It got super silly after the kids went to bed. I think it was something we all needed, really, just to laugh a lot and loudly.
Best part of all of this? They are so much closer now! I see much more hanging out in our future.