It's a dismal realization to learn that I am a mere shadow in my family's photographic history. In many photos, I am the fuzzy backround figure in a sharp image of my children mugging for the camera. In others I am caught frantically trying to scoop up household debris before the snap of the shutter. Too late! There's my backside, bending over while the cute kids smile, unconcerned that their house will forever look like a war-ravaged zone in our albums. Don't they care?
Sure, I'm in the holiday pictures in front of the tree. There are some with me cooking. I've got some Mother's Day pictures in my bathrobe, eating breakfast in bed and looking like I just woke up.
But there are few, few pictures I would deem worthy enough to say, "Now THAT's a good one to put on my blog for anyone in the world to see, especially after I've criticized famous people's hair!
So I snuck into my daughter's bathroom to quietly take some self-portraits on a Good Hair day. The humidity level was just right, and the pouffy look (which can surprise any of us with its random appearance) was thankfully, not present. However, I learned the hard way just how difficult it is to get a good shot of one's head in the mirror, especially without one's teenage son around.
Here's one of the "better" ones I took:
Its really hard to get centered AND focused, obviously.
This one's not bad, but the flash is right in my face:
I happened to find this out-of-focus (big surprise, there) shot of me filming my son's hockey game.
So, for both of you who wanted to see the 'do, that's all I got. That's gonna have to do you until after this year's "family-in-front-of-the-tree" shot.
PS Sorry for the music, but I couldn't resist. I'll take it down tomorrow......