Eventually we all have our day in the spotlight. Our parents just pray our fame does not come in the form of a mug-shot or a spot in the police blotter. In life there are those who thrive in the lime-light and others who are content to simply lurk in the shadows drinking limeades. I am a shadow-lurker, although my mother may argue otherwise.
On the rare occasion I am asked to speak at a women’s event hosted by a church, I break out in a million zits. My face resembles the Catskill mountains by the time I reach the microphone and I don’t have a fingernail left. I look like a tortured refugee ready to tell my tale of escape to America.
Once a local newspaper called to ask for an interview and I literally lost three pounds and two night’s sleep over a fifteen minute meeting with a reporter.
Because I know you are wondering, I did nothing extraordinary to make it to the papers. I merely lived in a small town with long winters. Reporters get tired of writing about rogue moose.
So when eShakti asked me for a photo of me wearing their dress, my heart sunk to my toes as a million M&M’s danced before mind. I regretted every one of them, wishing I had run a mile for each red M&M that melted in my mouth; however, I rarely say ‘No’ when asked to do something. It is a personality flaw. My default is yes and that gets me into some precarious situations. An impromptu photo shoot with FringeMan being one of them.
I don’t even have Photoshop!
My sister-in-law, the photographer in the family, lives a million miles away in the land of sunshine and snakes. She’s the one who knows the lighting tricks, the angles that shave ten pounds off your thighs, and she has Photoshop. All I have is a point and click camera and a husband that works well with pliers and a Bible, but doesn’t know the first thing about snapping a photo. Our session consisted of a million laughs and nearly as many pictures. The camera doesn’t favor me, although FringeMan does.
Let’s just say I will not be the next top model and as a shadow lurker, that makes me very glad.
If you’d like to see my photo, click HERE and look in the right sidebar. The photos change constantly and sometimes I appear and sometimes I do not. I am good with that. Maybe you will think I am someone else. I will never again be able to say that nobody uses ‘real women’ to sell their clothes. That alone makes me want to go on a shopping spree at eShakti.
(Note for my mom: Refreshing the page causes the group of photos to change.)
Now to make this post longer than necessary on a rainy morning, I will show you my new light. I have longed for a light like this since my birth.
Ok, maybe that was a tad dramatic, but I seriously LOVE this style light. Unfortunately they are out of my budget. The most affordable knock-off version I could find was at Lowe’s and it was too small and only came in an oil-rubbed bronze. I have nothing against oil-rubbed bronze, but there’s not another thing in the house that is bronze.
Then FringeMan came home with this castaway, wearing nothing but a chippy white finish. Hearts reflected from my retinas and a chorus of little birds chirped love songs in my head. A scrap of sandpaper and a coat of black paint made this little light the perfect addition to my hallway.
I hope it makes you as happy as it made me, but I doubt it.
Your favorite light fixture.