As you can see in the photo below. I have an iron. It sits on the shelf of my husband’s closet along with an ironing board. It’s a pain to pull out and set up and plug in. Really. Anyhow, I realize this photo of me could be a lot more polished if I had just taken the time to iron the darn pants. But that is me. And walking around disheveled and with wrinkly dog haired filled pants is one of my weaknesses. Ironing is not in my vocabulary. I just don’t see the point. My poor children…they aren’t going to have ironed clothing either. Do T-shirts and jeans need ironing anyway?
Anyhow, I decided to post this photo of myself to celebrate a bit. Finally I have decided to toot my horn and admit something that happened last month. I completed my PPA certification. PPA is Professional Photographers of America.
Those who have earned the Professional Photographic Certification have passed a comprehensive written exam measuring their technical expertise, and have successfully submitted their work to a panel of judges for review and approval. That is straight off their website–sorry for not paraphrasing that–but what it means is that I passed. So, while I don’t often like to post my photo or brag about myself, I thought I would take a moment to kick my heels together and share with the two people that read my blog (gosh I hope there are more than two people) that I am a CPP. A CPP with wrinkly pants.
