A few weeks ago I put up my Donate to the Site button, and many, many of you clicked on it. It’s the second time I’ve put the “donate” button up in the history of this blog. I bet you wonder where that money goes. What I’m doing with it.
Is she into drugs? Or maybe gambling?
Am I investing in a touring carnival that features an illegal Mexican Jumping Bean Revue? Am I buying every non-fiction, murder/mystery book that begins with the letter “D” on Ebay? Am I purchasing fine silks with which to knit my cat a suit?
Well, I am happy to announce exactly what I did with the money you donated to The Art of Doing Stuff last month. I feel safe saying that I spent it wisely.
I bought riding lessons.
No I didn’t. I bought Photoshop.
I would like to thank each and every one of you who donated as well as everyone who just plain, old, takes the time to read this blog. Were it not for you I would be forced to show you a picture of me riding a boring old horse. Instead of a chicken. A chicken named Tuco. A chicken named Tuco who has an interesting tale to tell in an upcoming post.
Photoshop is one hell of a program. Do you remember when you first got a computer? How it would do things out of the blue and you had no idea why or how? And it would give you a headache, and you’d spend the next 3 hours trying to figure out how to get back the letter you were writing (’cause you felt stupid using the word email) that just up and disappeared? That’s what Photoshop is to the power of a billion trillion.
I started this blog a year ago without ever having taken a picture. I initially fooled myself into thinking I didn’t need good pictures to have a good blog. I believed writing was my skill and the photos weren’t important. Who needs pictures when your prose is as sparkling as mine? Heh, heh. I was so stupid.
The Internet is like television, or a magazine. You need words, and you need pictures.
And if you have pictures … you need Photoshop. I’d look at other websites that have stunning pictures like Homemade Crackers, or Centsational Girl and wonder why their pictures looked so different. So unique. So not even in need of words. They have Photoshop. And evidently they know how to use it. I, on other hand spent 3 weeks of my Photography course putting myself on a chicken. Kind of badly.
But with my handy dandy OCD and full bottles of Advil, Aleve and Axert, I’m sure to get this Photoshop thing figured out in no time. I give it 10 years. Tops. Yup.
Thank you again to everyone.