I signed up the other day to do the 30 for 30 clothes challenge over at Kendi's blog. I don't actually own a whole lot of clothes, well I own a lot in comparison to a man or perhaps a starving university student in a warm climate but I'm not in the 'crazed lady that dies under a pile of clothes and isn't found for a month' category just yet, although if I do go missing for a month check under my pajamas... I'm most likely there, with a chicken pie and bottle of apple juice.
The reason that I'm doing this challenge is that I'm sick of looking like that special kid that eats the paste the second a camera is pulled out. Being photogenic is not in my genetics it appears. Hopefully by the end of these 30 days I will have gone from awkward hunch back woman to a stock standard normal giant woman... did I mention I'm a giant? I also always tend to have a bottle in my hand in all shots. This just happens to make me look like a booze hag and believe me, nothing is more classy than being a booze hag except maybe ke$ha or Brittany the pantless wonder. Ooh I'm so up on pop culture.
So once again I am in front of a camera with a prop. The prop is my brain, well pictures of my tumour FREE brain, I can practically feel the zombies mouths watering at the sound of 'free brain'. Let it be the first of many (30 to be exact) and by then end of it I might just let you see me without props, cause quite frankly I'm going to run out of large objects to hide behind, I only have a heater, bath towel and wheelie bin before I'm out of things that belong to me and I'm not sure random people off the street would appreciate being kidnapped for prop purposes.