You know that I'm new to the photo game. I've never had to prepare for a photo shoot, especially not one that included changes of clothes. Until now.
The morning of the shoot, tensions were running high in our household. Terse remarks were the order of the day. As my fiance and I were both trying to figure out what we were going to wear, I asked, "How does this look?" indicating a dress and patterned stockings combination.
"I can't believe you're asking me for fashion advice. Call Jessica [you remember the Fabulous Jessica, my hairstylist who is an expert on everything]. Jesus!" he said.
"Leave Him out of this." I snapped.
Since this is a verite blog, I should mention that I invoked the name of God, myself, at many moments during the prep. For example, I moaned "Oh my God" when I put on my dress. Thanks to a solid month of holiday cheer and getting ready for the new decade, the dress was a little more snug than was ideal. I had suspected that everything was going to be a little tight, so my strategy was to put off the inevitable until the morning of the shoot.
The downside of this strategy was that I did have a mini- "What am I going to wear?" meltdown.
In the midst of my lament, my fiance remarked, "My lips look great by the way." This was an effective tactic, as it made me laugh. Then I went back to selecting clothes, idly wondering whether I should put on Spanx.
There was also the "Oh my God" groan as I tried to blow-dry my hair in the new way that the Fabulous Jessica had taught me. Note to Self: this year teach yourself to become ambidextrous in your blow-drying.
At this point my fiance said, "The thing that's going to make the photo is the love for me that you have in your eyes."
I howled with laughter. I mean, Love seemed to be a very distant concept as we both stood in the bathroom, surrounded by a blow-dryer, eye makeup, moisturizers, makeup brushes and toothpaste.
"That was not a laugh line," he said. "I'm going to put on more lip balm."
A bit later he was back. Now it was both of us over the sink again.
"You're doing that over my drink!" I shrieked, grabbing my mug of tea and moving it safely out of the way.
Then I muttered, "I bet Mariah Carey and Diana Ross didn't have to put up with this."
"Listen Little Miss Diva," my fiance replied, "Tommy Mottola was no walk in the park."
"Who?" I said.
As I thought to myself, 'Blah, blah, blah. Where's my mascara?'
LMAO!!! And FYI, Spanx don't work anyway.
Posted by: Michelle | January 15, 2010 at 04:54 PM
Whew! Now I can take that off the list of things to consider for the next time!
Posted by: Darcine Thomas | January 15, 2010 at 06:54 PM