My family doesn't have a lot of pictures of me. I don't like taking pictures. I don't like the way I look in them. When I turned 30 I promised myself I was going to get one hot picture of myself. Perfectly styled and groomed, and it would be just spectacular. Didn't happen.
I should have been clearer-that was close to twenty years ago (see comment section)! Now I do have pictures of me and my family scattered about, but when the camera shows up, I usually offer to take the shot instead of be in it. Now I'm faced with the task of putting up a picture for my blog. I'm not ready to show the world my face. There's nothing wrong with it. I'm not the worst looking person in the world. In fact, I'm blessed. But not quite ready for my close up. I've decided to use my personal symbol, the Aya or fern to go in that little square as my identity. When I actually pasted in the African version, I didn't like it. Looked like a fish bone. Even with a symbol, you can see I have vanity issues. I'm going to start the search for something else or maybe get a picture taken, but until I do, tell me if you like this one. Not to ethnic, not too leafy, just right for right now.
Soft Romantic Necklace
Vintage Memories Necklace
Paper Space Cuff with Mirrors
