Photo happy

I had big plans! I thought it was about time for me to share a photo of myself. If I leave it much longer, it will only turn into a disappointment. I would hate to raise your expectations for me to look a certain way, only to discover that I am hideous. Quick! Look away.

I let the hair dye seep into my skull for an extra long time. Be gone grays! I wore my contacts and applied new makeup. I put on a slimming black outfit. I dressed our girls in fancy party dresses for the special family event that was about to take place. I've come to rely on their cuteness to distract from my atrociousness.

We had fun! A little too much fun. It was my turn to let loose so Colin kept the gin and tonics flowing. I am an uncomfortable drinker. I start listening to myself speak to make sure that I don't slur or say inappropriate things. I get angry with myself for getting chatty and it never fails that I go over the details of the night the next morning, pointing out to myself how embarrassing it is to be me.

But damn we had a good time. Why is that trying to get a man on the dance floor is equivalent to finding a cure for a disease? Not something I'm likely to achieve in this lifetime. It always ends up a circle of women shaking their booties.


Strawberry was shy and hung off of me. The more uninhibited I got, the more she came out of her shell. By the end of the night, she was tearing it up on the dance floor. Our girls were the only children still going at the end of the night. Yes, we closed the hall down.

After we got home, I was eager to load all the pictures on our computer. I felt more than a little self-conscious while I was playing photographer but Colin's family has come to expect my camera happy, insane addiction to capturing every 10th second. I even let Colin take a couple of me for this planned reveal.

In my tipsy tiredness, I downloaded the pictures, sorting them to our organized folders. The next morning I was anxious to see if the pictures were presentable or not. I searched every folder. I racked my aching brain, but in my haze I must have deleted all pictures of me from the camera. They are nowhere to be found. Maybe it's not meant to be or possibly it's a sign telling me "Don't Do It!"

The wonderful, Auntie Rojo said she didn't mind if I shared this photo of her new tattoo!

It's only fair that I find a photo of myself to include. As I said over at Kittenpie's place, it is important to find your comfort level. I think I feel good about posting this one.

Don't you think this outfit is truly to die for? I'll work on a slightly more recent picture in the near future.