Yes, I did. I got a cute picture of my granddaughters, and one of the older ones was inadvertently (I'm hoping), showing a little more cleavage than Old Grandma thought necessary. Ten minutes with Photoshop and things are good, at least from my perspective. If I was a little better skilled with the program, it wouldn't have taken me that long, but who cares? In the end, I did what a grandma needs to do.
As I was working, I thought about my own grandmother, Lill. She was the original Photoshop Master, and she never went anywhere near a computer. Her method of choice was Contact Paper. Remember that stuff? That wonderful-but-cheesy sticky paper that you could use inside your kitchen cabinets and drawers, on tabletops, or wherever you needed a quick and cheap "makeover." What a feeling of success when installation went smoothly, and whatever you were sticking it to was totally transformed... and what a feeling of exasperation if you weren't careful and the adhesive side stuck to something it wasn't meant to.
Grandma took Contact Paper a step further. Sitting in her living room one afternoon, I saw a new picture of my cousin and her little boy hanging on the wall. The background was lovely - daisies! I remarked about what a nice picture it was, and she had me look at it closer. The daisies were covering my cousin's ex-boyfriend! Grandma had painstakingly cut out these flowers from Contact Paper and strategically placed them, and the result was actually good! Looking closer at the other photos on the wall, I noticed another where the divorced spouse had been "flowered-over." This phrase became a part of our family's legacy, as spouses were jokingly threatened with being flowered-over from that point on.
I kind of shudder when I think about what Grandma might have done with a computer and Photoshop. Ex-husbands and wives would be gone from the family photos in a millisecond; that grandson with the long, shaggy hair would gotten a respectable haircut; eye makeup would have been toned down.
And I take comfort in the fact that none of *her* granddaughters would have sported any cleavage either.