Back to Blogger?

Well hello ladies and gentlemen, it sure has been a while. 
So much so that the entire format of Blogger has undergone a massive change! It looks and feels pretty nifty and the reporting stats - well our BI team will be jealous.

So what brings me here? Oh the usual! 
And the intriguing results of Google searches... my full name yields no image results. Nor does Karoona Fairy... which is a little disappointing since the heady days of regular shows and regular reveals!  [I was searching for more up dated pictures of the swoonsome Anson Mount; and the discovery that he is a month younger than me; no such pictures to be found but still the distant hope that should our paths cross he would be unable to resist]. The I was randomly searching for people closer to home. (Home now being on the other side of the planet - and does using an Australian laptop generate different results?) I learn that one of my colleagues had a planning application in late 2013 and that the other is an author of tawdry romantic literature. I fear one discovery is likely to be true and the other just the coincidence of name. My full name generates lots of Fred and Richard but no Karoona. 

Maybe that's why I am back. The iPhone was in over drive Sunday as I embarked on a personal portrait study trying to see how good/bad/indifferent the body and face had fared now it was in its 40's rather than its 30's... To be honest I was not too disappointed. Then again I have recently had the very fortunate experience of being told that I am beautiful. Twice. By 2 different men. And 'you've go the pretty'' by a female colleague. Is it too late at the age of 41 to perhaps become aware of your visual value? 
Maybe not. 
I am feeling the positive benefits of no more smoking and much more exercise. Maybe even the lighter days and decreased amount of grey ones plays a part. It certainly is not bourne about from the job I do or the personal life I appear not to have! Either way beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And since moving my real life audience has shrunk so far as to be non-existant. So any form of nicety, let alone compliment is positively cherished. 

As for the pictures one day soon I will reprise the solarised self portrait. Now commonly known as a 'selfie'. A thing some of us were openly doing long before iClouds or wikileaks. I'm sure in fact the evidence exists somewhere on this very blog.... 

This has been good. Not quite the smokey ground floor flat experience of my beloved Fortescue Road - but as warm ups go - it has got me keen to write more.