We had family pictures taken yesterday.
Not from a studio, like we usually do.
But from a photographer who knows what she’s doing. I know very little about lighting and all of that, so I wanted to find someone who did. The photographer is a military spouse, which I loved.
Anyway, I had no clue what I was going to wear. Jeans? A dress? A sweater? Jeans? Yes, I went back to the jeans and decided on them. We are not a fancy family. We also are not a coordinating family. I see these photos where everyone is wearing the same shade of purple or blue or yellow and I’m like…cute, but not for us. Gymboree, one of my favorite children’s stores, offers parent versions of a line and I cringe and think, “Never.” It’s just not our style. I think it’s cute when others do it but it’s not for us.
So I already knew we wouldn’t match.
I found a top for Tommy and some nice-ish pants.
I ordered Natalie a dress from Etsy that I was worried would not make it in time.
Tom said he’d wear, “Whatever.” I said so long as it wasn’t one of his shirts with words on it. I didn’t think our family would want to see him wear a shirt that says, “Only Chuck Norris Can Prevent Forest Fires,” or “Save the trees! Wipe your ass with an owl!”
I wound up wearing jeans and a green sweater because I look okay in green. (I tend to look pale and sickly in black, which stinks, because black is slimming.) Then I realized, crap, could I wear my Sketchers? Or did I need fancier shoes? I ended up finding a pair of boots stuffed back into my closet. I bought them awhile back when I wanted to try and be fashionable for like 5 minutes. Then I got bored with the idea and the boots were forgotten. I am not a shoe person.
So how did the photos turn out?
Well, I'll write more about that this week and will share some.
(I'm not being stingy. I really don't have the photos yet.)