I’m the farthest thing from a tech geek there is. I don’t care if there’s a brand new phone out, a brand new operating system, etc. All I care about is that my shoes are the cutest on the block and that my butt can fit into last summer’s shorts. I leave Pat up to the latest techy trends and just let him set me up with what he finds to be the best. I never figure out how to truly work every feature. I’m a simple girl who doesn’t need every bell and whistle in existence. That is, until I got into photography. That’s when I started appreciating a computer that doesn’t take 5 minutes to flatten one image in photoshop while everything else freezes up in the process. In this spare time of editing all of 1 image, I became thoroughly amazing at annoying Pat with slick dance moves that came directly out of Club MTV in the early 90’s. Needless to say, both he and I wanted to throw my desktop out of the window…daily.
And then I woke up yesterday morning; hearing sounds of a slow, choking death coming from the office. It was my desktop, which was grasping for its last breaths. This was both a blessing and also to be honest, not the best of times to go and buy a new computer. But I did…because it was needed; both for working and for my relationship. So I am now a proud owner of an iMac. I haven’t owned a Mac since the original little desktops that had no internet capabilities but I rocked out Paint like it was nobodies business. Yeah….they’ve changed a little since then. Everyone says I’ll never go back. So far, mama likey. That may be because it doesn’t take 3 hours to open Lightroom.
Mac users: what apps should I be using? I know a whole lotta nada about them.
Here I am caressing my new iMac. We’re going on a date Friday night.