Amy’s “This is Me” portrait series on her blog, While Wearing Heels, is one that I’m thrilled to participate in. I told you all about it last month, but if you didn’t read that post, you can right here.
This month, Amy’s theme was “Me Time”. Of course, I had a big laugh in my brain when I read that. My “Me Time” is hardly photogenic. The blue-green light of my laptop shining on my face? The chilled glass of Pinot Grigio smugly sitting next to that glowing screen? It’s very honest… but how would I take a picture of that?
Instead, I managed to find another picture of me enjoying “Me Time”. Or rather, a version of it.
I’m a pretty trigger-happy camera-owner. I’m constantly snapping photos of the girls, Hubby and the crafting-chaos that litters up the corners of this house. And Lila has taken notice. Her new favourite activity – and maybe this is just my poor judgement in action – is when I set up my camera on the tripod and let her have at it.
I figure that with the tripod, there is far less chance that my precious DSLR will tumble to the ground and be smashed to smithereens.
And she is very careful. She knows how special this time is. She knows that has caught me in a weak moment, and must savour every precious second of it.
As a result, I have this month’s “This is Me” self-portrait:
On this day, I showed Lila how to use the timer, and so she ran back and forth from the couch where Lucy and I were reading a board book. She would pose for the picture, wait for the shutter to close, and then run back gleefully to look at her picture.
She did this about 50 times.
The picture includes my girls, so I know it’s not EXACTLY “Me Time”, but I do read for myself. I read books, magazines, blogs, websites, the newspaper… And when I get to read in a small slice of quiet solitude, it’s heavenly. Whether it’s by the glow of the laptop screen, or the warm light of my bedside lamp, I love to read. I have since I was a little girl, and I would stay up far too late to finish that last chapter. (Or last story in an Archie’s Double Digest)
I hope that my girls inherit this love of reading. Whether it’s Danielle Steele, Billy Collins, or John Steinbeck: I hope that they learn how to escape with the written word.
And because I’m a bit of a Mother Hen, always clucking about her little chicks, I have to share these pictures that Lila has taken. I love them, because they are so… her.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Preschooler
A little bit of Joyce in there for the literary folk…
And finally, Ode to New Camping Chairs.
Can you guess which one is Lucy’s and which one is Lila’s?
Many thanks to Amy for continuing this fantastic project and getting us in front of the camera – yoga pants, ponytails, and all!
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