Did I discuss my aversion to having my picture taken? Oh, yes, I did.
Well, if you have read any of my recent posts you will realize that I no longer look the same as I did last week. This is not good for a new passport. And, I just had my passport pictures taken, though not turned in.
My new look is also not good for a passport photo. Me, in all my bing cherriness, (the look hopefully) will not be around for too long, I hope. Love the cut, actually its growing on me.
My coworkers were all OMG, you look awesome, fabulous, didn't realize it was you, maybe with a few washings it will fade, you are so European looking, not many women can pull that color or look off, you know I have always loved red heads, I am speechless, if you trim it a little in the front, you have an aura in the sunlight, I love how your hair shimmers in the light. Nuff said.
Right now, all I can visualize is Pooh, standing in the middle of the 7 Acre Wood, with one arm across his body and the other tapping his head thinking. And thinking and thinking. The big think. Thunk?
Will they let me have my picture taken with a cartoon embellished She who, paper bag over my head?