What I Wore, Besides BBQ Sauce
Sometimes you don’t know what you look like until you see yourself through someone else’s eyes. Maybe that’s why we look at pictures of ourselves, sometimes say, “Who is she?”
This is me – regular.
Pronounce it like this: “Regler.”
My photographer knows me well, and he gives me sense of place, that my regular is good to him.
There I am always next to his books, our props, mental backdrop. His regular is good to me, too.
Seth thinks my barbeque chicken is sexy. We’re married, so I work it. Giggling is not rare.
This shirt is vintage home-made. My earliest memories are of my Mama wearing it (thin as lace) and her Wonder Woman hair. I’ve worn it myself for almost 20 years now and could probably rip it down the middle with a jerk.
Paired with Minnetonka’s, this is my most regular bbq-chicken finger-lickin Me. Don’t we all like regler best?