I'm not a techno gadget kind of gal. In fact, it took me two years just to figure the repeat button on my CD player. I usually just call my son when I need to know something that involves electricity and modes, but I recently bought a cocktail rye sized camera that was only $5.99 at Walgreens, and it's so small, it comes on a key ring. After reading the instruction booklet (well, okay, I read MOST of it, anyway), I realized that I could set the camera on my piano, sit on my rosey-pink-fuschia-red couch near the window and take self portraits.
And so I did...and I keep taking them every day. I'm trying to beat the holiday blues, and this is my little daily gift to myself, thank you very much. I keep hoping that sooner or later, I will take the perfect picture of myself and never have to worry about having a decent one to post. Oh, I have friends with camera phones, but they never seem to work properly when I'm having a good hair day or when I'm chatting it up with someone very cool and want to memorialize the moment. I don't like having to ask them to take photos anyway...in fact, I have friends who will twitpic the hamburger on their plate but have taken maybe a handful of photos of me, ever, and I'll admit right here and now, I am not as pretty as many a quarter pounder, but I do have my delicious moments.
So I have this little camera, and since I'm between jobs, (laid off, unemployed, what. ev.), I find myself without a whole lot to do everyday but watch television or (horrors) do housework, so yeah, I take the red couch pics and post them on facebook. Most of the time, friends will make a remark if they particularly like the red couch pic ("red couch" is a name that Bianca came up with and I immediately pinched from her), and hopefully most of my friends realize this narcissistic phase, too, shall pass, and I'm simply passing my time. It's harmless, right? Well, I thought so, but every now and again someone will make a pseudo-snarky statement, and I think maybe I otter stop posting them...but doggone-it, it's my facebook, and it's my face...I'll do what I want for gawd's sake! It may seem silly to some, but the red couch photos I take every day give me a reason to pull myself out of my funk and make myself presentable for the red couch that awaits. I suppose I could stay in my bathrobe all day and frighten the neighbors with my unkempt appearance, but that's only so much fun and the thrill doesn't last that long.
So there. I'm going to keep taking the photos and hope that my friends -- especially those in Ireland who haven't seen me in 20 years -- will enjoy the photos as much as I do.
I guess it's not really that big a deal. I feel better talking about it though. Thanks for listening.peace,
Kimmy
2 comments:
I love the red couch photos and must say, I wasn't quite sure what it was all about...even said that to a dear friend; but knew there had to be a reason in that beautiful head of yours. You are correct, it is your facebook and you can do with it as you wish.
I have these same feelings and I applaud the fact that you can put it out there for others to see and relate to, if only in a blog. I do have great friends to confide in but sometimes if a person hasn't been through the same problems, it's hard for them to relate or maybe sometimes they have forgotten.
At this time in my life, I do have several reasons to get out of bed each day, but quite honestly, not the reasons that I wish for.
So, Kimmy, if that 'Red Couch' is what it takes to make your day a little brighter, then so be it.
I wish you peace and send you love and hugs!
Thanks, Kathy, I so very much appreciate your words! You are not the only one who tells me they have similar feelings, and learning this has been a great blessing to me today. I thought my post was a little too bloggy-whiney, but now realize it was a good venue to give voice to the silence in which we sometimes allow ourselves to suffer. Thanks for sharing, my friend, I surely do love you for it!
All things work together for good, though, and even though I bought the cheapo camera for a last minute Kodak moment, its value now is one of comfort in the joy of the day at hand. I wish you a red couch Christmas, Kathy, and lovely new year :)
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