
This one is not my favorite. We're all squinting - esp me! You'll have to wait til x-mas season to see my favorite.
I've been debating whether or not to blog about this or just write it up and send it with my Christmas cards. It's a story that I believe needs to be recorded for posterity. I've already told some of you about this, so you can just skip this one if you want.
Last February I was in a place of trying to accept myself and how I look because I am not in very many of our photos. My little kids are complaining loudly. Sometimes just because I'm taking the photo but mostly because I am not photogenic and I can't stand looking at myself in them. I have not scheduled a family picture since D was a baby, and when I've done "All About Me" posters for the kids for school I can't find any pictures with all of us except including Donald Duck at Disney World. Sad, but very true. I've also had this dream of having our family picture on the beach, so I've thought I need to do it in CA. One of my friends had a beach photo and it was taken at the Great Salt Lake. So I called this photographer that my friend Connie had used last year (I really liked her photo). They told me they only do Salt Lake photos 5 days out of the year in August. So I scheduled it for Aug. 14. Five months in advance!
The photographer recommended we wear khaki and white. I told B this and he says "I don't wear white, I will not wear white!" So I say, "Well, what color will you wear?" "Blue". Okay, I decide the boys will wear khaki and light blue and the girls will wear white. I found Lelu and Ari's dresses before Easter and they wore them as Easter dresses. A proud moment for me!
Of course, the week before the photo I am frantically searching for a light blue shirt for B to wear and white shirts for me and Aub. D was in charge of finding his own. I know I had 5 months, but that's the story of my life it seems. I tried on khaki pants that I liked but they were too long and I didn't have time to have them altered, so the saleslady tells me they have them in petites. So I go over to petites and sure enough they have them, but another saleslady tells me that I have to get a size bigger in petites. Which I totally refuse on principle! The principle that I will go into a deep depression if I have to wear a size bigger. Keep in mind that there is a good reason I haven't scheduled a family photo before - it makes me a total lunatic! I also scheduled all the girls to get their hair done, so I didn't have to worry about it. The day before I settled on 2 shirts for me and Aub. She and I both wore our old khaki pants.
August 14th opens with pouring rain and I mean pouring! I call the photographer and she tells me we'll just still plan to go, maybe it'll break. Me and the little girls get our hair done, it's still pouring. There is a girl at the salon that has done my make-up for various special occasions that I just loved, so I scheduled her to do mine that day. I get a call the day before saying "I'm sorry Mindy no longer works for us, but I have a new girl I can set you up with". I hate salon's policy that they won't tell you where their people go! Aub shows up last to the salon and is mad at me because she doesn't get a hair cut too. I go ahead with the new make-up girl and she puts more make-up on my face then if I were on Broadway (on the stage or the street). I run home to get the rest of the family. I'd bought 3 shirts for B to choose from. He hates them all and then asks me "why aren't the boys wearing white like the girl's?" I almost choked the life out of him, then and there!!! He'd apparently forgot our Feb. discussion. So he grabs a striped shirt out of his closet and says he'll wear that. And then he says to me "All that make-up really makes you look older. It's all settling into your wrinkles". Please kill me now!
We pick up Aub from the salon and she says "this shirt is ugly, it's like the puffy shirt Seinfeld had to wear". It's still pouring! I had to really hold back the tears at this point. Instead of crying I just started yelling. Lelu is in the back saying "Please don't fight. It's family picture day." Aub yells at her "Family picture day is not a holiday!" All of this in the car driving (it's still pouring) to Salt Lake where miraculously it looks clear!
We arrive and the photographer promises me that my make-up will look fine in the photos - I will not look old or freakish. She also says B's striped shirt is fine. It stinks to high heaven- there are the biggest spiders all webbed in the rocks we are sitting on-dead fish everywhere-flying bugs-and dead birds in a very strange trail across the sand out to the water.
BUT - the sunset was absolutely beautiful and the pictures turned out amazing! I already have my Christmas cards FINALLYwith a real family picture on it. Please don't expect another one like it for at least another decade. I think I could have skydived with less anxiety than this caused me. Nevertheless - I HAVE A GREAT SENSE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT!