On the show What Not to Wear, they recently showed a woman in a "gorgeous" pair of high-heeled sandals that cost $248. What??? My whole wardrobe doesn't amount to that much. It's my fault for even watching these shows. Our culture's expectations are formed on glossy magazines. A friend recently called, relaying that she'd tried on bathing suits. It was depressing, she said. We lamented that we'd never be fourteen again, yet we compare ourselves with movie stars having twins at age 48 and then fitting into their evening gowns for the Oscars. Oh, for a little air-brushing on my photos.
Speaking of photos, it is true, is it not, that you have dozens of photos of your family and few, if any, feature the mom of the family? Recently, I shared some photos via email with my aunt. She wrote back that it appeared that everyone had had a good time, except me, since I wasn't in any of the photos. Well, it's true, I am charged with, out of guilt that someday I will be accused of not properly photographing the family history, taking all the photographs. So, I am rarely in them. Aunt suggested that I reliquish the camera to one of my offspring, as she was sure they'd do a good job.
It might be though, that I do not reliquish the camera as they'd photograph me in my element, revealing the true nature of my existence and showing me in a less than glamorous light. As an example, I leave you with the following photo taken by my four year old of me scrubbing the floor in my uniform of jeans and a tshirt: