New Photos

Does anyone else out there have a problem with having their picture taken?  If I was Angelina Jolie, I’d be smiling at the paparazzi, too – or Betty White before she gets hit by the football player.  I’m not either, and I’d rather be behind the camera than in front of it. 

I confess.  The picture that graces my website was taken ten years ago.  It was done in a studio with all the proper lighting and after a professional make-up artist had gone to work on me. Travis Thrasher, our beloved author representative at Tyndale at the time, said the picture would be on the side of a bus in Atlanta.  I thought he was kidding. 

I consider “photo shoots” painfully embarrassing.  As a child, I’d stick my tongue out.  Now, all “grown up”, I can treat the session like an out-of-body experience.  I had fun with the last photographer.  Unfortunately, when I laugh, all you see is nose and mouth.  I had one photographer in the Netherlands say, “Can you smile and keep your eyes wide open?”  Well, sure – if you want me to look like The Joker.  

A few years ago, my daughter-in-law and I went to one of those glamour photographers.  When I showed the finished “me” to Rick, he grimaced and said, “You look like a hooker!”  Oops.  Not exactly the result I was going for…

Okay.  I’ll do it.  The last thing I want is to show up somewhere and have people gasp and say, “You don’t look anything like your photograph!”     

I still have the same hair style.  I still weigh the same, though the pounds have shifted and softened.  Actually, now that I think about, I still have the same clothes!

Maybe, if I beg, Stacy and Clinton will accept me as a project on “What Not to Wear”.