And then as a reward he got to listen to me being dismayed about the truths the camera offers. I obviously still have too much in common with that teen-aged self whose portrait I shared with you the other day. But I am determined to get comfortable with -- even like! -- my visual image within my lifetime. So here I am, in a BR shirtdress, my black patent Browns brogues, tights (which I assumed were black when I grabbed them out of the drawer this morning, but turned out, in the light of day to be navy), a Birks necklace, and a leather belt.
A comfortable, yet authoritative combo, I thought, for facing all those new faces.