The things we do
The horror! The horror!
Tomorrow morning the family B shall be submitting themselves to the hideousness that is...
A Family Portrait.
Urgh *shivers*
It's one of those fund-raising things for the preschool the twins attend. I really don't know why we're doing it. Seriously. It can only turn out for the worse.
It's $55, and we get 5 professional photos.
The only good thing about it is that we get Christmas presents for our two mothers out of the way. And pretty cheaply too, I might add. We've convinced both of the grandmothers to come along for the photo session, then each will have their photos taken with the girls.
Aaahhh. How sweet.
Then that's their prezzie taken care of - no sweat!
I'm just convinced that despite the best laid plans, the photo-shoot will end in disaster. Or tears. Or both.
You see, a long time ago, way back in the mists of time, my family had a Family Portrait taken. Again, it was a fund-raising thing for the school. And it was truly shocking.
Mum refused to display the photo when we got it back, it was that foul. They had managed to make everyone look terrible. Either that, or we were all so nervous that we made ourselves look terrible. Actually, yeah, it's probably that one. Reasons for feralness were:
* I had just got braces, so refused to smile.
* My sister was doing her "I'm so sweet" smile, so looked slightly mentally deficient.
* Mum and Dad were pissed off that they'd had to wait a ridiculous amount of time, standing around in all their finery when there were chores to be done at home. Leaves to be swept, lawns to be mowed, children to frustrate...
* My little brother actually looked relatively normal - cheeky grin, sparkling eyes. We only noticed the toothpaste dribble stain on his dark-blue polo shirt when the photo was processed.
I once showed this photo to MrB, and he almost wet himself laughing at it. It is really that bad. And no, I am never ever posting proof.
So, fingers crossed that my kids all manage to smile nicely, and keep themselves ungrubby for a couple of precious minutes. And that Miss M doesn't do her patented head-tilty 'I'm adorable' smirk. Or she'll end up looking just like her aunt.
Tomorrow morning the family B shall be submitting themselves to the hideousness that is...
A Family Portrait.
Urgh *shivers*
It's one of those fund-raising things for the preschool the twins attend. I really don't know why we're doing it. Seriously. It can only turn out for the worse.
It's $55, and we get 5 professional photos.
The only good thing about it is that we get Christmas presents for our two mothers out of the way. And pretty cheaply too, I might add. We've convinced both of the grandmothers to come along for the photo session, then each will have their photos taken with the girls.
Aaahhh. How sweet.
Then that's their prezzie taken care of - no sweat!
I'm just convinced that despite the best laid plans, the photo-shoot will end in disaster. Or tears. Or both.
You see, a long time ago, way back in the mists of time, my family had a Family Portrait taken. Again, it was a fund-raising thing for the school. And it was truly shocking.
Mum refused to display the photo when we got it back, it was that foul. They had managed to make everyone look terrible. Either that, or we were all so nervous that we made ourselves look terrible. Actually, yeah, it's probably that one. Reasons for feralness were:
* I had just got braces, so refused to smile.
* My sister was doing her "I'm so sweet" smile, so looked slightly mentally deficient.
* Mum and Dad were pissed off that they'd had to wait a ridiculous amount of time, standing around in all their finery when there were chores to be done at home. Leaves to be swept, lawns to be mowed, children to frustrate...
* My little brother actually looked relatively normal - cheeky grin, sparkling eyes. We only noticed the toothpaste dribble stain on his dark-blue polo shirt when the photo was processed.
I once showed this photo to MrB, and he almost wet himself laughing at it. It is really that bad. And no, I am never ever posting proof.
So, fingers crossed that my kids all manage to smile nicely, and keep themselves ungrubby for a couple of precious minutes. And that Miss M doesn't do her patented head-tilty 'I'm adorable' smirk. Or she'll end up looking just like her aunt.
posted by actonb at 12:25 pm
7 Comments:
the horror indeed! actonb! im surprised at you!
Nah - sometimes I have to play the part of the lower-middle-class pretentiously pious girl that I am...
Earl Mountjoy won a photo contest when he was 15 - the prize was a portrait sitting. The Countess of Mountjoy insisted it be a photo of her two sons, so The Earl & I were dragged off to the studio in Epping. There amongst the works on the wall displaying the Photographer's "talent" was one family portrait that featured Mum, Dad, two teenage girls and a pre-teen boy... all buck naked. You've got wonder...
ewww mountjoy
We have a family portrait at mujm and dads taken just moments before my brother doubled ove in pain and was rushed to hospital with god only knows what horrible disease. Unsurprisingly, we all look pretty shit in it...
I hope you had bloodshot eyes for that photo?
It's never to late to skip town and hide out in Mexico til it all blows over.
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