I'm looking to sell my venerable old guitar, a 1961 Fender Jazzmaster, and I contacted a store in Chicago this morning about possibly selling it to them. They wanted a few photos, so I grabbed the camera, laid the guitar in its case on the floor and snapped away, sent off an email with the photos.
Afterward, looking more closely at the photos, I realized that one of my big toes was in the photo (no shoes or socks on yet) and my dark red nail polish is clearly visible.
What an idiot.
Carol