I was recently asked on Formspring (an account that I shut down shortly thereafter because, sakes alive, dumbest internet trend ever) if I ever planned on becoming less anonymous & start posting photos, I’m going to assume of myself, B, and a combination thereof. It was around this time that some blogs that I read recently went from being photo-less to unveiling themselves, while other blogs were discussing their desire to start posting photos. Top this off with a few people mentioning in passing that my blog is one of the only blogs they read that doesn’t have photos, at least of the subjects behind the keyboard. (Rhett Butler the Beagle Mix not withstanding.)

It got me thinking, long & hard about it. The truth is, sometimes I’d love to post photos. Wedding photos, engagement shots, the smiling pictures of myself & B after a regatta with the skyline of Chicago and/or the pretty sailboat masts in the background.

The truth is though, no. I probably won’t ever post photos of myself on here. Not that I wouldn’t like some aspects of it, but at the end of the day, I prefer to sit & write anonymously. I’ve told you that I’m normal sized, on the shorter side, with long, blonde curly hair. I’m told that I look like Kate Winslet a lot, and I was recently told I resemble a blonde Kate Walsh, but what I really think here, in comparing photos of those two stunning women & little old me is that the three of us have some big teeth. Yes. I have abnormally large teeth. Chicklets if you will. They are white & perfectly straight (thank you 8 years of orthodontics!) but alas, the Kates & myself are all owners of a big, wide smile with large chompers. So I’m fairly certain that is where the “You look just like Kate…..” comments come in. People use it as a polite way of noting “Man. That girl has a got a grill” without having to say “Are you aware you could enter a turkey drumstrick eating contest & win on account of those canines?”

I am toying with the idea of doing a “Home Tour” series & post some photos of the house B and I are slowly putting together. My reluctance in doing so is The Abyss a/k/a the guest room slash office that seems to forever be where we dump things that have no home, as well as my fear that y’all will step back and wonder how I could consider my home in good taste. (Hey. To each their own.) That and because every photo I have posted has been of Rhett Butler on our very khaki/neutral couch & I’d like to prove that I do in fact have some color in my house. Very little, but there is some. I promise. In a throw blanket.   I also wonder if you’d think that was a little snotty, like “Hello. Look at my beautiful-to-me-home. Come fawn over it, and if you disagree well, you just go back to your futon & plaid curtains.”

No matter what I decide to do, I hope the strength of my writing keeps you coming back for more. That or maybe you too are a member of the Big Old Grin Club, and in that case, welcome. I understand your pain.