Given my generally high, er, “self-esteem” (I look awesome with a tan), it may surprise you to learn that I’m not a huge fan of having my picture plastered all over everything. I mean, who’d want to look at me, when you could be looking at the cutest fluff of stuff you ever saw?
Nevertheless, family and friends have successfully argued that spinning wheels don’t treadle themselves, leastways my wheels don’t, so perhaps the spinner should be in the picture.
Fine then. I’ll put a picture on the skein wrapper with me in it.
Perfect. Case closed.
But NOOOO. They want my WHOLE picture on our labels, and while I’m at it, on the blog more. And I’ll concede one point: a headless spinner is sort of creepy.
SO. Look, it’s me! Spinning!
I sure am spinning there. But wait, there’s more!
Woah! From the front! Look at that…terrible posture! (I’m trying out the Sidekick at the Estes Park fiber festival in these pictures.)
Are we all satisfied? Blerg. Here’s a picture of Merlin not approving, to get the taste of people-pictures out of your mouth.