Umn, yeah. Sexy, not so much.
Right then, the neighbour across the back lane, walked out... to do something, I'm sure, I just don't know what.
I gaily waved, and continued talking my photos.
I have no true idea what they think of me, having never spoken to any one except the son, but I'm pretty sure any one with a lick of sense would think I'm insane. Really, who takes self-portraits with the weed-whacker? Only me, I am sure.
This is more the look I was going for: Strength, confidence, and hand-knitted socks.