digital surgery

I probably should have been lifting weights … but I have strongly possessive feelings about weekends being my time, to do what I want. (They were enhanced a bit this morning when Rudder somehow expected me to work on tax documents right that instant just because he had chosen to do them then. In my own defense, I was doing Dutch homework at the time, so not precisely goofing off. And I did do the tax forms before going off to have a little lie-down, because my head hurt after the ensuing yelling. Husbands are so often not reasonable beings… (In Rudder’s defense, I was the one doing the yelling, mostly. (I could report these arguments much better (and with fewer parentheses) if I didn’t keep having this need to be fair about it.)))

Anyway, this is what happened when I did finally get to goof off. The photo is from when we were on the cruise, the night of the first formal. The one on the left is the original. The one on the right is fairly extensively Photoshopped: I blurred spots and wrinkles, expanded the size of my eyes and upper lip, drew on a bit of eyeliner, whitened my teeth deepened the cleavage a little, and gave myself a little more hair toward the ends. I don’t think I have a future in the fashion industry, but it’s not bad if you look at it zoomed fairly far out.