The self-portrait challenge - Days 6-10

Suddenly I've arrived at my 102nd post without even noticing. And in just over two months, I'll be celebrating my 2-year anniversary as a blogger. Perhaps with a giveaway?

I'm low on energy today. Time for my next 5 self-portraits for the 365 day challenge.

Day 6: Another day of braided hair and no makeup (although I am wearing earrings!) This must be the morning after my sleepover at Amanda's as it would have been easier to just put my earrings back in than to find a place to store them. With my tiny "airplane" bathroom, I don't have counter space. Normal-sized counters look huge and empty--begging for me to fill them with my toothbrush or earrings or a handful of bobby pins. This pic is probably an attempt at a variation from my usual face-on smiling pose.

Day 7: A twist on bare feet. I adore these slippers, a gift from Amanda circa Christmas 2008 or 2009. They're the perfect shade of green--close to the one I painted my office walls at the Kitchener house, and now my office/living room/closet walls here in Sarnia. I've always been a barefoot/flip flop girl, and still hate wearing socks. These slippers are my salvation from icy cold basement floors.

Day 8: My first mirror shot, but not just any mirror--part of my vast butterfly collection. Look past me, and you'll see the large etching of a butterfly. It was decorative before--here, extremely practical.

Day 9: My just-woke-up face. You can still see the red marks from the CPAP mask I wear to bed every night to keep me breathing. I hope that within my lifetime someone will create a treatment for sleep apnea that doesn't leave indentations on my face or create lovely red rashes from straps rubbing hard against my skin all night.

Day 10: Finally, clean hair, makeup, jewelry, clothes and a smile. I was getting ready for a baby shower, but missed my ride due to technological confusion. Fortunately my dad had been wanting to go out to a movie, so I wasn't dressed up with nowhere to go. I read the Narnia books as a kid, and Dad remembers The Voyage of the Dawn Treader especially well because it was one he read to my sister. He still talks about how they cried when the mouse, Reepicheep, sailed away. Having skipped the second movie because I found it strange seeing children depicted in battle in the first movie (using your imagination while reading a book is definitely different!), the third installment impressed me.

Another lesson I should have learned long ago from Pete: Seeing a movie in the theatre just to spend time with someone usual results in a better movie-watching experience than I'd imagined.