Me Me Me

Me me me. Well that's enough about me. What do you think of me?

I have met a few people in my time who are very self-centric. Conversations might start with a question about what I am up to, how my weekend was, where I went on holiday. But then mid reply, they interupt with their own funnier, more interesting, fascinating story. Any conversation is in order to self promote, seek sympathy or garner an array of oohs and aahs for their own project.

I avoid these people.

I also avoid Instagrammers who only post up photos of themselves. Yes you have great hair. And great taste in clothes. And look! Another photo of you in a glamorous location.

I don't have great hair, or a budget to have great taste in clothes, and the playground and supermarket aren't glamorous locations. But sometimes I do take a photo of myself. And it pleases me because of the light or the flattering angle or the background. And it tells a story.

This is one such photo.

I like photos of myself wearing sunglasses, the angle has dropped 2 stone off my tummy and I am laughing/gurning because I was trying to take a selfie to show off my handy dressmaking skills while the Wee One repeatedly photo-bombed my self-timer app.

In years to come, he won't have any issues about posting selfies on his IG stream!


Joining in with Sticky Fingers and the prompt of 'selfie' for The Gallery 

Me by Me

You can count on one hand the number of photos on this blog that are of me. This is mainly because I am usually behind the camera. It may also have something to do with preferring to be behind the camera. I don't have a particular phobia about my photos it's just that in my opinion it takes a lot of shots to get my 'good' side.

I needed a photo for an application form the other day and I was genuinely struggling to even find a photo, let alone one that I felt happy with. I did find several on my mobile phone taken by the children but me peeling potatoes, from behind, from three foot off the floor was never going to be my good side.

It is coming up to Britmums live and it would be nice if someone recognised me and said hello. It is so embarrassing doing all the hellos and having someone stare at you blankly! So to double the number of photos of me on the blog I give you not one but five. I think they all show a different side to me, a different aspect of my personality, but not entirely sure that any of them are my good side.

In truth, I was trying to find an angle that didn't accentuate my sagging jawline. How is it that I still feel 24 yet my passport says I can add two decades to that? Pesky passport.

So there you are. This is me.
And next time, I may even take a self portrait after I've put on some makeup!

Joining in with Sticky Fingers and the theme of Self Portrait for The Gallery.

A Photo of Me

I have no idea why but there isn't one decent picture of myself I am prepared to show on this blog.
I am not vain (particularly) but I have decided I am fatorexic, or the opposite of anorexic.
I look in the mirror and think,

Yeah, not bad,
I have good legs.
I like my arms.
My neck is okay.
My bum is great.

And then I look at a photogragh of myself and weep at the epic proportions of my bingo wings, back fat, thighs, and wrinkles. This post wasn't supposed to be a a mission to fish for compliments, by the way, just a statement of why I don't use my photograph.

Having only met a few other bloggers in real life, I wanted to show my photo so there is a slim (Hah! See, fatorexic) chance that one or two of you going to BritMums Live will recognise me without me having to wear a Misty Moo mask.

But I failed.

So I have taken a self portrait, sort of, so that you can recognise my left ear and eye. I don't have 2 left eyes or 3 chins in real life (see, I probably do but being fatorexic I don't notice them).

 And if anyone recognises me from this photo I will be genuinely amazed.

I look forward to seeing many of you on Friday x

Note to self: extra collagen cream for the next 3 days and wear make-up before taking self portrait.