Cute, msbelle.
Oh, cropped to just you? Maybe it counts. But probably there's some technicality I haven't thought of yet that disqualifies, because it doesn't make me want to mock you.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Cute, msbelle.
Oh, cropped to just you? Maybe it counts. But probably there's some technicality I haven't thought of yet that disqualifies, because it doesn't make me want to mock you.
We knew some people who had a HUGE nude of the wife in the livingroom over the fireplace.
I'm sliding down in my cube for the express purpose of laughing at the horror I would feel at this. Unless it was a cubist painting or something.
I don't have problems with how I look -- I'm just averse to looking.
I have a framed caricature of myself at home, but I'm not sure if I'd display it if it weren't a farewell card from good friends.
Oh, cropped to just you? Maybe it counts. But probably there's some technicality I haven't thought of yet that disqualifies
Maybe that she made it all artistic and stuff? That's the justification I had for the picture of me dancing.
Unless it was a cubist painting or something.
If only. I think I first encountered it when I was 12 or so. Gaped. Sure, they were granola-hippy-crunchy-quasi-nudist (basically when the retreat didn't have outside guests) but STILL.
Here is what's on my desktop. [link] I don't mind being mocked for it because I like it. It should be said that were it a cheesy Olan Mills type job it would not be my desktop unless I'd done some seriously cool stuff to in in Photoshop.
My cousin sat topless for a portrait for a local artist. Her fiance ended up buying the painting. I think she wanted him to buy it because she is pretty vain. It's a good portrait, but I wouldn't want a painting of my boobies in my own house.
The people we bought our house from had a three-foot photo-oil painting of the wife in her wedding gown hanging above the master bed.
I didn't know Ayn Rand had owned a home in the Bay Area!
I feel like I should remember when my brother was born -- I was three and two months -- but I don't. I remember a few things from being three and four, like preschool, and learning how to read, but I don't really remember my brother until he was old enough to play with.
Also, my work desktop is a repeating orange pattern that came as a default with the Mac. I keep meaning to change it, but I keep not doing so. Inertia rules my world. At home, I have a picture of All That You Can't Leave Behind-era U2.
My wallpaper is a photo of my siblings, at work. At home, it is still a photo from the Red Sox winning the World Series, because I have not gotten around to changing it.
I didn't know Ayn Rand had owned a home in the Bay Area!
This was the Charlotte house.