I was dreading this morning. I'd scheduled family photos, and I really hate getting my picture taken. Reasons:
1. I'm chubby, and I didn't want to be in any position for my rolls to show.
2. My husband wanted us to wear white shirts and blue jeans. White? Really? Did I mention I'm kinda chubby?
3. We were going to J.C. Penney's, and I'd heard mixed things about the quality of their pictures.
4. Except for rare occasions, I don't think I'm very photogenic. Perhaps nobody thinks he or she is photogenic, though.
Anyway, I found (nearly) this shirt at Target yesterday:
Thankfully, I've been having a good hair and makeup day, so I felt like a million bucks after all that was ready. Then I put on my favorite jeans and my sassy black-heeled boots. I haven't worn heels in I don't know how long, thanks to back surgery and pregnancy. We bundled up the baby and made our way to the mall.
Now I wouldn't call Penney's a top-of-the-line portrait studio, but this one is a new one, so it was clean and nice. The ladies were very friendly, and the one who took our pictures was really good with the baby (even though he got fussy in the middle of the shoot and we needed to stop to feed him--I really did try to schedule that better, but he woke up an hour earlier than usual!).
In the end, our pictures turned out really well. Granted, there were a few that weren't so hot, but mostly the posing, not that we looked bad. I had a roll show up in one, though it was super cute otherwise, and we got an AMAZING picture of me and my son that I absolutely love.
I had gotten myself so worked up about how awful the pictures were going to be---well, how awful I was going to be in them---that I could have ruined my whole day. What if they hadn't turned out as well as they did? The rest of my day would have been miserable.
As it was, I had a better day than anticipated. The photos went well. I got to spend the day with my husband and my son. My husband treated me to a yummy Chick-Fil-A lunch, and he lost to me at Mexican Train. We took a walk around the neighborhood. It was beautiful and wonderful, and I'm glad I didn't waste a minute of it being grumpy.