We spent the afternoon yesterday trying to get the perfect Christmas photo to include with this year's controversial Christmas newsletter (more on why it's "controversial" later). My friend, Bobbie Jo, is an excellent photographer complete with a top-notch camera and accoutrement, but most of all she has a way with the dogs that no one else has. They will pose for her and look cute for her no matter what. So we adorned the dogs with festive accessories and drove around to appropriately festooned locations in search of the perfect setting for our little session. We found some great locations and BJ took about 150 pictures, but the sun was never exactly right and Cowboy never exactly cooperated and when we got home and looked at them all I could think was, "Why didn't someone hand me a mirror?"
I know I just said the other day that my hair was cute. I'm not sure what happened in less than a week, but "cute" is not the word I would have used to describe it yesterday. It looked like I rolled out of bed and began posing. And why I chose to wear a light pink baggy velour sweat suit for a photograph is yet to be determined. I looked more like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade float than a happy wife and dog mommy. What's strange about all this is the fact that when I looked in the mirror before we left on our mission, I thought I looked good. I had visions of people opening up their CCNL (controversial Christmas newsletter) and exclaiming, "My God! Mandy is looking great these days!" It wasn't meant to be.
As you can see, Clover kept a close watch on her appearance throughout the day. Maybe I should have taken a look in that mirror, too.