About a month ago I had attended a bridal shower for my boss' daughter. She's very sweet and also very pretty. Two things I don't feel about myself. Her theme was frocks and frills. The idea was a sort of English High Tea luncheon and I thought I was dressed very appropriately with my flowered hairpiece perched above my head . There was a crew taking photos of all of the guests with a green screen background and I thoughtto myself, " Oh Lord here we go!!"
I absolutely hate having photos taken unless I'm the one taking them. I have this weird camera pose thing that I do and I'm well known for it. At the right angle I can appear younger and much leaner then usual. I've perfected it so much so that others ask me how to strike the pose when they are being photographed by me also. It's a gift but mostly its a way for me to tolerate the way that I look and feel when I'm pushed in front of a camera.
So back to the shower. When it was my turn to pose with the bride-to-be I had pre-warned her that I hate photos but she insisted we capture the special moment together. Well yesterday I received my thank you card and low and behold my un-beautiful self standing beside grace personified with an amazing Venice as our backdrop. I hate taking pictures. I hate taking pictures beside skinny people when I'm the Jolly Green Mammoth Giant in the background.
This picture will forever be classified as my Before picture..
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