Each year the PTO president sends home a letter in the back to school packets on the first day of the year. I usually just toss it, but obviously this year everyone will want to read up on when the meetings will be and who is welcome to come (officially everyone, but there are certain people who should probably know better) and what our purpose is, etc. In the past they try to make it fun by printing it on special paper with a school bus border, but Cari and I know better. We are making our letter interesting and informative and we decided to include photos of ourselves, so new families recognize us and know better than to just approach us in the halls of school.
Today was the day of our professional photo shoot. We started the day by dropping the kiddos (except Starling, who is amazingly still camping with Röbby!) off at my mother-in-law’s for a little surprise visit. I explained to her housekeeper that this was planned, even though it wasn’t and I am sure it was a lovely treat after bridge lessons for a very beloved Grandmama. Then we went to Cari’s house to do a lil’ wardrobe consult. We had a hair and makeup people meet us there. What the heck! We decided to mix things up a lil’ with some extensions. Then we had the photography team show up to do their magic. We explained that we want to appear normal and approachable in these pictures, and they clearly understood exactly what we meant.
Cari had soft curls, and she looked absolutely gorge!
Only Cari could carry off this kind of plunging neckline in a school bulletin. Brava!
I went with some ringlets, like I used to have in college. I felt so pretty. I wish Röbby were home to see me, but he would probably just end up asking about the cost. It was not inexpensive, but I consider it an investment in our future.
I think I look beachy, tousled and sexy here.
I think I should probably look into an intern to write the darned thing for us. We are off to have a few drinks at a new outdoor beach themed bar. I am sure that Grandmama would insist on having the littles stay for dinner if we had time to ask her.
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