Luscious Living Blog by Kim McMechan

I got tagged by my  new photographic friend Jen.  The topic is “8 things about me”:

 1.  I sleep on the left side of the bed even if Craig’s not in it.

2. I get a little panicky if there’ no chocolate in the house

3.  I eat cheese toast twice a day.  Craig finally put me on a cheese budget of $30 a month, which I have yet to stick to.

4.  I got bucked off a horse at summer camp when I was 12 and my tailbone has only recently stopped hurting

5.  I am learning to play the banjo (I found these nifty little booklets on learning new instruments yesterday in the music store… They’re only $1.50 and they tell you lots of new things you need to know about tuning and chords.)

6.  My system of organization consists of putting post-its absolutely everywhere, which drives Craig nuts.

7.  I don’t do carnival rides very well…. When I was 15 I went on the Gravitron and then proceeded to puke up my pink cotton candy on the gravel behind a snow cone trailer. 

 8.  I would love to grow out my armpit hair like my friend Amanda but I am too chicken.

9.  I LOVE Duran Duran and used to have a crush on Nick Taylor

10.  I would like to own a B & B on a little island someday and spend all my time making pottery and lining the paths of my garden in mosaic.

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After recently purchasing a fancy shmancy camera (eeeee!) and admiring the lovely photos here and here and here, I made the leap and signed up for a photography class at the university.  There seemed to be so many obstacles:  like figuring out what to do with my toddler and kindergartener for one whole day a week, how I would pay for it, and the fact that I needed a manual camera since I only had a digital.  But somehow, in a blur of activity, I managed to find myself standing at the bus stop on Thursday morning, borrowed camera slung over my shoulder, headed for class.

I have often not done things because I’m afraid I won’t do a good enough job.   I read a book once where the author asked:  “What would you do if you didn’t have to do it perfectly?”  So I’ve been trying ever since to give myself ample permission to just TRY, to not have to pull it off fabulously.  To even, God forbid, fail. 

 I’m proud to say that I did it.  I did my first day of photography class very very badly.

 The night before, I assumed my husband could take the bus to work so I could have the car, which made him mad.  Then, heading for the bus the next morning, I was late and missed it, and the next one didn’t come for another half hour.   I forgot my sweater, and it started to get cold.  Then I realized that my thermos of water was leaking all over the inside of my bag and had soaked the whole back of my shirt.  I had to ask 2 different people which bus to catch.  Then I got lost in the wrong part of the school and had to ask 3 different people for directions to the Fine Arts building.  Once at the class, I sat shivering for a good hour before I finally warmed up. 

 But, in class, we looked at beautiful pictures and during lunch break, I went outside and sat on a blanket on the grass and ate my salad (except I forgot my fork and had to use a plasic knife that I stole from the concession).  But the sun came out.  It warmed me up, dried my wet clothes.  I sat there, reading a book, for the whole hour, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so happy.

 What would you try if you didn’t have to do it perfectly?

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