Let me start by apologizing for this post. I wrote it several months ago, but it's taken me this long to gather the courage to publish it. I promise you I'm not narcissistic as one might think with this seemingly self-indulgent stream of pictures. But I'm often curious about the face behind a name and I thought you might be a little curious about what I look like. On a good day. Sort of.
So as painful as this is for me, here's a "behind the scenes" look at a photo shoot I subjected myself to last May ...
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I know I'm not alone when I say I don't particularly like having my picture taken. But when you're foolish enough to write a book and the publisher REQUIRES a mug shot ... AND it's gonna be seen by at least a few strangers around the world ... well ... ya kinda wanna look your best, right?
For me, that meant coloring my hair a few days earlier. And then having my first haircut in ... too many months.
(Not bad, but too windy)
I know you can't really tell here, but I actually put makeup on. I went all out with concealer, eyeliner, mascara AND lipstick. Yeah, I really spackled it on. Most days it's just chapstick. Or lipgloss. If I'm lucky.
Then I dug out my nicest pink outfit (more of a lavender pink) - a twin set from my sister.
(I think a bird just landed on a branch above me and I was hoping it wasn't going to poop on my head.)
I wanted a pretty nature background, but trees blossom for all of 48 hours here so if you blink you miss them. In fact, a wicked storm stripped this poor tree bare the very next day.
(Trying the other side)
A good friend of mine took these pictures. (Thanks Maggie!) As you can see, I was having a hard time taking this whole thing seriously. But these few shots ... out of almost 200 ... (told ya she's a good friend!) ... are ones where I look ridiculous on purpose ... as opposed to the other 190 ... where I look ridiculous without even trying. Clearly I won't be appearing on America's Next Top Model any time soon.
(Back to my left - apparently it's my better side.)
When my 9 year old came in the room as I was writing this post, she exclaimed how beautiful I looked. (Love her.) And then - as children are apt to do - honestly clarified that I NEVER look like this in real life. (Still love her.)
She's quite right. It's amazing what good light, a studied angle, a talented photographer and the miracle of photoshop can do for a girl.
(I was insisting that I was NOT old enough to be Channing Tatum's mother, but only just barely.)
Anyhow, here I am ...
... on the "About the Author" page of my book.
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Okay, that was one Bandaid ripped off. Now that you know what I look like, tune in Monday ... I'll tell you how to find out what I sound like ... yet another Bandaid for me.
Happy weekend, everyone!