shot through the heart

well, actually shot in the face -- but not in the dick cheney's hunting buddy way.

i decided that my headshot is overdue for an update. my hair isn't short anymore. and it's blonde now. and i'm no longer twenty. and i'm using it for opera instead of theatre.

so, i gathered up some of my fanciest dresses and a wad of cash (emptying my checking account in the process) and went over to see owen carey. in about a week i'll get to see the results, but glancing through the thumbnails on his camera, i'm optimistic.

and i had fun playing princess for the afternoon. (i can just hear you, every one of you, saying "of course you did.")