Yesterday, my son sent me a text saying he’d gotten spam from my old email account. I haven’t used that account for three years. I meant to go through all the old emails one day, but you know how that goes. How do people do this? That account does have a simple password, but it’s not exactly 1-2-3-4. I tried to notify everyone, but I have a lot of contacts and they got the spam before I could reach them. I changed the password immediately and started forwarding old emails to my current address.
All the messages from when my husband and I first got together are there. I changed my email address after we got married, because Gmail wouldn’t let me change the last name on my account. Do hackers actually read your email, or just steal your address book? I kind of feel like someone went through my underwear drawer….
If you’ve emailed me, don’t worry: my pearlsandprose address is not in the infected address book. I also have a complicated password that’s a pain to type on an iPhone, but there you have it. Live and learn.
Because I spent so much time tending to that mess, I almost forgot to take my photo of the day for Flickr. It’s not a good feeling to be looking around for something to photograph at 10 o’clock at night. I remembered a favorite mug and put it up on the mantel next to a lamp….
I bought this beauty on etsy.com. You’ve heard of it, right? Almost everything is handmade by incredible artisans all over the world, except for vintage stuff and antiques. They have handknit sweaters, paintings, handbags, jewelry–you name it. Everything I’ve bought there has met expectations and then some. I know quite a few photographers who sell prints there and it’s an idea I’m toying with right now.
Anyway, check it out, but be warned: it’s addictive.