Wednesday, April 2, 2008
"Red, red, they call me red."
It's from Dr. Seuss, Hop on Pop.
For as long as I can remember, my hair has always appeared red in photos. I think it is an optical illusion, that the brown has some golden blond and it just appears red. I really don't like photos of myself though, not because of the red thing.
I'm just shy I guess.
I'm having trouble sleeping, and I can't even blame it on J. So, I'm exercising more and eating healthy and going outside every chance we get. I don't know many people where we live, and I'm worried that I might get depressed if I just keep hanging around the house. The test didn't help anything either. It got me in a pattern of isolation for 3 weeks straight. Not good.
My better half is brilliant. He suggested giving the guest bed to J, and getting a futon for the scraproom. That way, the 1-2 times a year when I need it, I have a bed, but otherwise I will have lots of floor space to scrap or play with J. I love that, we are going to move the bed ASAP, since we have nothing to lose and try it out.
I'm also thinking of shaking up the scrapping, possibly doing 12 x 12. I'm a little worried about the photographing, but, I take pictures of a constantly in motion toddler--how much harder could it be? I figure that like the futon, I'll try it. If I like it, wide-format printer here I come baby.
Have a great Wednesday and thank you everyone who stopped by to encourage me to keep at it.