You see the photo above? I was six years old. I was a flower girl in the wedding of one of Mother's cousins. I had on a lovely blue velvet dress and that strange boa thing on my head and I looked adorable except for the pained expression on my face.
Why did I look that way? I remember it vividly.
The table held just a few goodies. Weddings in 1968 were not the elaborate affairs they are today. I had discovered plates of cheese straws on the refreshment table and I was busily trying to eat them all. Quietly.
Somebody came up and snapped the photo of me, ruining my chances of eating every.last.cheese.straw. Drat. The two ladies in the background are my great aunts Marcellle and Dot and they were probably forcing me to be very sneaky anyway, but that photographer? He ruined the whole deal.
Come to think of it, it was likely my dad snapping the photo.
What's funny is that this photo tells such a funny story. I wrote about this phenomena [but not this particular photo] yesterday on my blog The Write Rainmaker. Business owners think they can slap up some generic photo on their website and it will be just fine but they underestimate the power of images.
Images can be a huge asset on a website, or not. It's a choice.
I've tried to persuade my son that all of life consists of a series of choices, and we all have the power to control our lives. We can choose our attitudes. It's a lesson it took me years to really absorb, but I am trying to get him to think about it more consciously, from an earlier age.
If I could've taken a photo of Michael's face yesterday when he came home from school, it would frighten small children. He was in a royally foul humor. I never did find out why. He is, of course, a TEENAGER, and that implies angst.
I made him eat a snack, and we played chess outside on the patio. He got in a better mood when I let him beat me at chess.
In all truthfulness, I've always been a wretchedly bad chess player. He thinks several moves ahead and has strategies in place and all, the way you're supposed to play. I just randomly move things around. It confounds him because he can't predict what I will do.He got so mad at one point he threw my castle into the backyard, and then I made him go find it.
I think of that as good practice for married life someday. LOL