More about the whens, wheres, and whys of this picture later . . . but in the meantime, check out the transformation.
Let’s examine them side by side.
No more underexposure. And no more electrical pole coming out of my husband’s head.
It’s the power of my BFF, Photoshop. And it is not to be underestimated.
Can you spot the difference?
Which one is real? Photoshop and I will never tell.
And Carrie’s hairdo–which is truth and which is illusion?
Yes, I may have spent 5 hours diligently shaping those little braids. Or I may not have done any such thing.
And finally, check out this gal’s hairdo.
Now check it out again.
There’s a monster in there! Everyone clear the ballroom floor!
Har har har.
I love me some Photoshop.
Note: above post may be the result of trying to process pictures and blog about the Regency ball while a) nose was running wildly, b) cold meds had just been ingested, c) I had just woken up from a 12 hour stupor of sleep on the couch. Please send any complaints to my friend Carrie, the Originator of this particular cold. Coherent writing skills may or may not be recovered by tomorrow morning.