Here I am, another year older and another collection of narcistic pictures whereby I photoshop out my blemishes and make sure I appear in the best possible light.
I am a photographer, so sue me.
I took this collection of pictures one night wilst the hubby was at poker and the kids were snuggled in their beds. Not sleeping, per the usual.
These are the times I pull out those clothes I never get to wear anymore and put on too much makeup.
These are the times I get to play dress-up.
That’s not a bad thing.
Us girls need to play dress up every once in awhile. Make ourselves look pretty, because Lord knows we don’t have time to do that when we are quick getting ready, while getting the kids ready, while making sure they have everything for school, and finally just saying, “Screw it…good ’nuff! We’re late-again-put-on-your-shoes-and-coats-and-get-in-the-car!!”
*deep breath*
Here I am at 38.
A wife. A mother of two elementary school children. A CPA.
A sometimes photographer. A sometimes artist.
**no the tattoo is not real…just one I stole from my son’s collection
