I knew that if I built it they would come. Sure enough, this week-end another Pauline e-mailed me let me know that not only was she a Pauline, but that she was 31 years old and lives in Brooklyn. See, not every Pauline is a card-carrying member of the AARP. (OK, I am, but only because my dad is named Paul and the AARP sent me a card a few years ago thinking I was him. But that's another story...)
Pauline D. had this to say in her message:
Sometimes when you post photos on your blog it's a sort of surreal experience for me -- like, here's my alter ego dancing... oh look, here's my alter ego celebrating someone else's birthday... etc. etc. I imagine this is a feeling to which the zillions of Jennifers and Elizabeths out there can't quite relate.
So true. Are there any others? Pauline? Bueller?
This week-end I shot another two rolls of film (yes...film...) of Jennifah's bridal shower as well as an outing with Julie and a few other old skool Syracuse girls. They'll be up and processed by Wednesday or so.
