Picture It

At a recent ladies gathering, some women were talking about advice on de-cluttering, condensing down, de-cumulating.   One de-cluttering expert said that if you have special objects of sentimental value, you don't necessarily have to keep the object.  Rather, you can take a picture of the object and keep that, and refer to that if memory dictates.  After photoing the object, the directions included storing that picture in cyberspace on the cloud  (whatever that meant). [dropbox.com I guess].

 I do value the family photos taken over the years, though I don't make copies of very many now that I take digital pictures and upload them onto the computer, and often the blog.

Two blogs ago, when I wrote Decidedly Personal,  I got out some old photo albums.  One old picture of me fell out of its sleeve in an old album, and I looked at it with utter amazement.  I think it is quite a pretty picture, though I don't ever remember looking this way.   Another way of saying that might be:  my internal self-image never seems to match where and how I actually appear at any given moment in time.

So, for old time sake, I am going to post that old photo of me here.  It was taken a few days after I married Gerry.  Must be I just still had that glow!