self-portrait challenge: introductions.1

a couple months ago, selfportraitchallenge.net packed up and relocated to the happy land of flickr (now hosted by the indefatigable jeremy stockwell). as people have moved in and out of the group throughout the years, we find ourselves once again needing to reacquaint ourselves with our neighbors; hence this month's theme: introductions.

bonjour, mes amies. je m'appelle nicole. and that's about the extent of what has survived of my high school french*, so please do not leave your comments en français if you'd like me to actually comprehend them.

for week one of this theme, i thought i'd offer you a peek into my bedroom to give you the inside scoop on me.



let's start at the back of the room. the shelves of stacked fabric manifest a yen for crafting pretty little things.

i value both family and handmade articles...so i doubly treasure items handmade by family, such as the wedding ring coverlet quilted by my maternal grandmother.

those little heaps of clothes on the floor indicate that this was shot on laundry day, which is monday at chez owens. one of the perks of life as a work-at-home-mum is the responsibility for most of the household tidying. sometimes i find cleaning mind-numbing, but this week the quiet work has been steadying, almost restorative.

that bit of the treadmill beside me--yeah, i'm on that wretched thing daily every season but summer. i loathe the treadmill only marginally less than i abhor running in subzero temps, but give me a novel to absorb the miles indoors and i'm good.

i'm frequently clad in a tee, a hoodie, and jeans (okay, you technically can't see the jeans but i promise they're there).

my current hairstyle is down-in-my-face, but if i'm in the middle of something, i pull it back to a loose pony. i used to care too much about personal appearance; if i'm being honest, i still care, but i'm trying to outgrow this.

i love light.

i apparently also love to smirk at cameras and contort my limbs into odd angles so as not to impede the view of my bedroom.



so there's me. if you're a reader of this blog but not a part of self-portrait challenge, i invite you to join us...especially those of you who maintain a blog. i love to see glimpses of the person behind the posting every now and again.

:)


*upon further review, i can actually say what time is it and that's bad in french, i can count from one to thirty-nine, and i know the word for after is après. so yeah, if you're ever in need of a tour guide in paris, you totally want to look me up.