Friday, April 8, 2011

Photos

Tonight is a night of emotion.
Tomorrow, Ryan and I are having our photos taken.  Which petrifies me.  (Seriously.  I freeze up, my arms splayed out like a tree...)
I usually hate having my photo taken.  You know that girl who always looks slightly...off, shall we say, in photos?  The one always talking, or holding herself awkwardly or making a weird face?  That's me.  I scour and de-tag facebook photos at an alarming rate.  I rarely take photos of myself to show off a new hairstyle because it never fails that I have to take 4,618,329 to get one that I like.  However, these photos tomorrow were arranged with my full permission.
See, I have a friend named Kate who is a fantastic photographer.  (She works for Becca Yager Photography: http://www.beccayagerphotography.com/#)  As it's wedding season, she wants to expand her horizons and show off her mad skills.  She called me up and asked to do a session for Ryan and me for free if we would let her use the shots in her portfolio to show future clients.  Did you hear the key words?  "FOR FREE."  So obviously the answer is a resounding YES!!  The practical frugal cheap inner me has completely overruled the photophobic inner me up until about......... 4.7 seconds ago.
Also making the experience a joy is Ryan.  He's less than thrilled at the idea of such cutesy photos.  I'm confident that Kate (and her mad skills!) can overcome stereotypical "couple-y" shots.  I mean, seriously.  Surely we can have fun with this, right?  It's a chance to experiment, get a little creative, and joke around....but he fails to see that.  He wants me to tell him what to wear, how to get his hair cut, what shoes to wear, if he should shave, etc. etc. etc.  And it's a nightmare.  It's one of the few times I've gotten truly frustrated with him.  (Can you seriously not pick out your clothes by yourself?  Pick something green for Pete's sake!  It's not that hard!!)
And this is not to mention that I haven't even started considering what to wear myself.
Oh yeah, and that I'm breaking out like I'm thirteen.
And my fresh nail polish keeps chipping every time I fix it.

Joy.

Prayers would be appreciated--even for such a little thing like this.

~r.

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