Ask the Cool Cookie comments in our photo blathering post below “… what am I contract working on at this moment? A professional photo organizer. At least I get paid to do it.” I say Right On, Girl, but am astonished at the same time. It’s difficult enough slogging through all my own photographic proof of shenanigans long gone, and I know, in large part, who the shenaniganners are. I can’t imagine how you could deal with a stack of strangers mugging at the camera.
For instance, in digging through a tasteful box of loose prints, I wind up brooding, “I know that’s Diane, but what’s with the guy wearing a pig on his head?” What happens when Cookie runs across the equivalent of this porcine portrait? How many can you file under “Miscellaneous?” Plenty, I suppose.
Courageously enough, I am making room by throwing away some. Editing, editing, always editing. Photos of somebody’s dog, studio portraits of in-laws who always irritated me, school pictures of tiny tykes who I would be unable to pick out of lineup now (and that seems like a fate that could certainly be awaiting some of them.) Somehow it seems radically daring to toss them, but honestly, I have thousands of others that I’m actually interested in, why hang on to the flotsam?
Speaking of Shenanigans, here’s mrpeenee modeling the latest in endangered polyester, courtesy of a friend who has drifted off, the victim of time and tides. How I wish I could say differently about the coat, but she took it with her. Rats.
And if I were fortunate enough to have the original of this, would I ever toss it? Certainly not. As Diana Vreeland once said “I miss fringe.”