The dumbening continues

Tonight I had the brazilliant idea of cataloging the Blythe clothes. Sure, why not. I'd just set up a white space, set the camera on a tripod, shouldn't take more than an hour, la la la la.

Two 1Gb memory cards later, the camera battery died before I was even kinda through but I am committed now. Still not sure how I'm going to organize them but I thought this would be easier when trying to decide what any of then should wear for whatever reason.

What's funny of course is that I know each piece, where it came from, what line made it, what additional pieces it has --- each one was familiar. Couldn't tell you how much I paid for it which, let's face it, is just as well. If I stopped and thought about that, I'd panic and get a rider on my insurance for them.

Fortunately, my new phone came with some Adobe photo album software which tags photos and will make this all a heckuva lot easier. Yay.

Also, it has been brought to my attention that the photostories I post on Flickr make no kind of sense. By "brought to my attention" I mean constant complaining. And by "photostories" I mean the photos I caption and call a story. And by "no kind of sense" I mean they are the ravings of a lunatic. So, yeah. They make sense to me, though, but then *I* know the history and the secret backstage doings of the Machiavellian machine. What, you don't? I hate having to speak in footnotes. Try and keep up.