Today was the big day. Kinda like the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade where they spend all that money and time on floats, gussied up in their finest wear.
Okay, so seriously, it wasn't quite that big, but big enough. I'm one who is almost fiercely dedicated to not getting their picture taken. Age before beauty, right? I think the beauty part passed me by, and all that is left is the age! Today was THE day I was getting my picture taken for my book.
I think my kids were laughing at me, cause about an hour and a half before the photographer came to our house (yes, some do still do that), I started the ball rolling. Nice, hot shower. Wondrous smelling soaps (unless you're allergic to them like I am), the whole hair treatment: color (shh, don't tell), shampoo, lots of gel, hair dryer, curling iron...well, my list is getting kinda long, isn't it? That's without the make-up.
Yep, I admit I am vain. Even an old lady like me (51...shh, don't tell that either) likes to put her best foot forward. Last night, my husband and I hit Wal-Mart with a shopping list that ultimately cost us just shy of $85. Make-up didn't used to cost that much. Gulp. Serious hit in the old wallet.
But, with all the new make-up in the new make-up bag, my two daughters fussed over me, magically erasing all my freckles, making my small mouth pouty instead of well, small. Too bad they couldn't do anything about those irritating wrinkles.
Knock, knock. Who's there? Photographer! We got some great shots on our digital camera of the whole process. Then I smiled, laughed, looked serious, looked stupid...until we were all done. Managed to get some decent pictures there in spite of myself. Now all I have to do is wait for the proofs and pay more money. A great experience, and we all had fun.