I'm finding Me-Made-March somewhat more educational than I expected (or hoped). I have spent years avoiding mirrors and hiding from cameras. This daily photography exercise, forcing me to see what I look like, is both disturbing and a little reassuring. The photos reveal an ordinary-looking person, not the misshapen clown who lives in my head. But they also reveal that the clothes matter. The easy skirt I hoped to make a staple of my wardrobe is not a good look for me or, at least, there are certainly better looks. So it goes.