|My Favorite Card Photo: December 2007|
I start writing our letter in January. I've got post-its & scraps of paper & un-sent email drafts to myself with ideas & phrases that I find amusing (to heck with everyone else, I do this for my own enjoyment). In November I start gathering all of my tidbits in one place & see if I can patch together 10 interesting things from the past year. Order 100 prints of a passable picture of the family & it's done. I've got it down to a science, but this year I'm hitting a bump in the road...the picture.
I feel like this year's picture is my cotillion. There are quite a few people on the list that I haven't seen in a long time...there are quite a few people who haven't seen the fruits of my labor. This picture has to be just right. A body shot, but not OBVIOUSLY a body shot. A hot outfit, but not so hot that I look like the woman who forgot that she's a 30-something with two kids, a mini-van & a Costco membership. Oh, & I guess the other three people in the picture should look ok, too. It's a tall order. Dave jokes that we should just send a picture of me & get it over with--we can catch people up on our kids next year. I laugh, but only because I secretly think it's a swell idea. I can't focus on sucking in & smiling the right smile to minimize my sagging face skin when I also have to make sure that Lincoln isn't sticking his finger up Coraline's nose (true story).
|I realize that by posting this, I am opening myself up |
to being put in one of those email forwards about bad
family photos--please be kind.