My boy has an alarmingly rubbery face for one so cherubic. I often wonder whether a Lee Evan-esque career awaits him...
I'm a mother, librarian and breast cancer survivor. This blog is a random assortment of things that pop into my head...
Showing posts with label gurning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gurning. Show all posts
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
The Gallery - Expressions
It's Tara's Gallery once more and this week the demand is 'Expressions'. My entry is created via a marvellous iPhone app called Pocket Booth. I was introduced by Laura on a boozy night out in the Fighting Cock (we're so sophisticated). It recreates the photobooth photo strips of old. I love this app - it is so pleasingly retro.
My boy has an alarmingly rubbery face for one so cherubic. I often wonder whether a Lee Evan-esque career awaits him...

My boy has an alarmingly rubbery face for one so cherubic. I often wonder whether a Lee Evan-esque career awaits him...
Saturday, 10 April 2010
Update on this life...
So, I've blogged since January and thought it might be time to do a 'catch-up' post, especially as I've been sore of head and wobbling about all over since the head injury. This has not been conducive to blogging in the slightest and I feel like I need to tie up a few loose ends. So, without further ado...
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Gurning...
O is gurning. This is not a new thing. I do have many pictures of him with his face pulled into various unedifying shapes. One noted example looks as if his face is stretched out with a coat hanger.
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