On Friday I took the morning off so I could get ready for my 11:00 a.m. photo shoot.
After Mia (she’s so awesome) took Benjamin to daycare my friend Del (just as awesome) came over at 9:00 a.m. to do my make up. And in less than two minutes my kitchen table looked like a salon.
For the photo shoot itself I picked my favorite designer jean boutique. The manager, Kevin, has been in the “jean business” for over 25 years. When I walk in he whisks me straight to a table with straight leg, dark wash beauties that make me squeal like a little girl. Then he set me loose on the rest of the store to find the perfect top.
Needless to say, there were a lot of options.
I can’t show you which outfit I did choose because I forgot to have someone take a picture of the shoot on account of my nervousness it’s a surprise. While I was getting dressed and attempting to do my hair the photographer walked in with just a few things.
Then it was time for me to smile for nearly an hour straight while also maintaining slightly awkward feeling but natural looking poses.
There’s one more shoot left. This one is a group shot of all of us in a local martini bar.
I have a few dresses up my sleeve but I may buy a new one. Any suggestions? Something I can have in hand by Wednesday. What about Target? Sometimes they have incredibly cute martini type dresses in there.
Later that night Benjamin and I went to the movies with Sydney, Mia and Mia’s friend. Benjamin needed some air in the middle then refused to let go of this gun.
Something about that picture scares me to death.
The first time Benjamin picked up a gun, a Nerf I bought him, he aimed, spread his little feet apart, raised his arms to the perfect height and fired.
I know he’s a boy but are men really born with the wiring to know exactly how to aim, shoot and fire? Us boys and girls are so very different from the beginning, aren’t we?
I finally found the time to read the instructions up on my new camera so the pictures will hopefully cease to be so blurry.