I promise I’m not narcissistic…seriously, I promise. On our matrimonial day I “vowed” to my photo husband that I’d let him take my picture so in my attempt to fulfill my wifely duties I agreed to be his muse so he could test a lighting set up. Usually I keep my eyes closed or make awful faces or have not showered for several days (quite a common theme on this blournal), but considering what he had to work with I have to say he produced some pretty incredible photos. Of course, with C-tron the words beautiful + photo are essentially synonymous but the words Ali + portrait usually doesn’t pan out.
Thank you C-tron! What a fun/unexpected gift today!
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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