“Your cat puked on the couch this morning. I cleaned it up last time, so I just put the cushion and the cat outside.” Preston informs me of this as he is waking me up on his way out the door to work. Although I would have done the same thing in his shoes, I’m annoyed to wake up to cat puke to clean up. Fortunately, it’s fairly solid and undigested (why does she do that? she binges on her cat food and then just pukes it right back up). But I am not up for dealing with cat puke before breakfast and some coffee, so I leave the cushion and the cat on the front porch while I have some oatmeal and check my e-mail. I sit on the couch and pretend that I don’t notice the missing couch cushion, or the rather large accumulation of dirt and crumbs in the spot where the cushion is supposed to be.
I read my e-mail, catch up on some blogsters, get distracted putting a little map counter on my website, come across someone’s self portrait, which is linked to a site for the Self Portrait Challenge, which I ran across last year or so, but never got around to joining. They are just starting a new challenge, which seems really interesting and, well, challenging.
Look beyond the surface of your life, dig into your imperfect self and reveal it to us. I want to see the down and dirty you, the messy, gross and ugly you, the side of yourself that you always try to hide, give us some insight into your dreadful secrets. This can be your physical self or your personal space or within your wider life. Be not afraid!
So, I’ve been thinking lately about how I don’t really have many pictures of me, especially not good ones, and how I should take more self portraits. And a conversation I had recently about how I don’t like my belly came immediately to mind. Yes, indeed, a picture of my belly would certainly be a picture of one of my imperfections. And then I realized that I was sitting on the couch surfing the internet, with my now-empty oatmeal bowl sitting amidst the crumbs where the missing and puked-upon couch cushion should be, and I thought if this here isn’t an example of my other big imperfection then I don’t know what is. And so, for today’s Self Portrait Tuesday, I’ve taken a self-portrait of two imperfections in one. Actually, three imperfections, if you count the fact that I spent the time setting up and taking this picture when I should have been just vaccuuming out the damn couch and cleaning up the cat puke. I hope I don’t run out of imperfections before the end of the month.