The art of photographing myself continues to elude me. As shown here. Knowing ahead of time that this photo would leave a lot to be desired, I threw in a small Jakey playing on the floor for your viewing entertainment. And even with his presence, believe me, you don't want to see a bigger version of this photo lest the speckled hideousness of its Photoshop-lightened pigmentation explode the fragile rods and cones within your cornea.
But still - look! A refashioned sweater! Formerly a square, baggy affair - now, a well-fitting top, complete with a couple of improvised flowers made from the excised sides. I also had an identical green one which has since received similar treatment.