In which I am a little boring and a lotta vain

So, that 30-day self portrait challenge. I’ve been kind-of keeping up with it.

Without further ado, I’d like to present a look at my past week via pictures of myself on the days I have experienced within the past week!


when you’ve got a baby attached to you pretty much all of your waking hours, this counts as an accurate self-portrait. she’s a pretty cute one to be stuck to, though.


a road trip! a ten hour road trip, to be precise. two of them. I had plenty of time to be a goof and take pictures of my face [when I wasn’t trying to feed or entertain or soothe my child, that is…]

a more accurate picture of my roadtrip, breastpump not included.

a more accurate picture of my roadtrip, breastpump not included.


this one is pretty neat. my hair is pretty long.


this is the scar that I got from a sledding accident when I was sixteen. I wore a bandage over it while the wound was healing and sometimes it looked like a Hitler-style moustache. Oops.


b-day present from the in-laws! birthstone and initial rings for my Daisy. love them. they’re from KerriAnn Designs on Etsy!


and here we are with today. woke up feeling wonderful…but the day went downhill after about 2pm and culminated in a delicious made-from-scratch dinner catching fire in the oven. Glorious. My house didn’t burn down though, so that’s a good thing, and the smokey smell is mostly gone…

So, there’s that. Daisy and I enjoyed a short trip with my family, to meet her great-grandparents last weekend! We enjoyed Oregon very much! But we were both grateful to be reunited with the hubs/pops.

I didn’t skip as many photos as I thought I did, which surprised me. It’s been interesting trying to take photos of myself each day…I feel slightly ridiculous, but it’s good to be consistent about something and it does make me feel good. It’s an easy thing to do to for a little bit of “me” time, and I enjoy the challenge of thinking up new ways to see myself through a crappy iPhone camera lens each day.

Because you were such a good sport and put up with staring at my face and such through this post, here is a treat for you:


when I start doing things like this and laughing hysterically….it’s a good sign that I need more sleep. being a single parent is hard, yo. I now have mad respect for all of you single parents out there, and I only had to go it alone for a long weekend. If I could see each of you in person right now, you would get a huge hug.

love, Rach


bahahaha, spectacles. that is such a humorous word. I don’t have a habit of referring to my glasses as “spectacles”. but you know, the word “glasses” can also refer to vessels that hold beverages, and “spectacles” sounds oh-s0-much cooler than “eye glasses”…so maybe I will make it a habit to use that term. hmm. 🙂

ANYWAY. that is not what I originally intended to write about!


I got new specs today!

I like them, I think.

it’s so weird, every time I get a spiffy new set of frames, I have a miniature identity crisis [like, we’re talking so minuscule it would be a mid-life crisis for an atomic particle]. every time I walk past a mirror I have this “WHOA. WHO IS THAT.” kind of reaction. and even if I know the spectacles are spiffy and I like them when they are off of my face, I am still not sure if I like them when they are on my face. it takes me forever to feel like they are a part of me and allow them to define who I am.

and these life-saving sight-giving devices are completely different from any others I have ever owned.


I know you’ve always wanted to giggle at my school portraits.  click to enlarge. you’re welcome.

so, this is a pretty big change in my life. OH BOY.

well, in all reality, I guess it’s just like getting a new haircut. except hair grows back and usually haircuts do not cost you $200+ and hairstyles are not expected to last you at *least* two years. but still. same concept of the minuscule identity crisis I guess 🙂

how about you all?? do you ever feel this way with new eye glasses or hair styles or anything? what stellar specs did you don in the golden age of grade school?

love you all! — Rach