I was thinking about this photo last night while feeding baby.
This photo was taken by my better half back when he was an acquaintance. We were at a friend's wedding and he asked if he could take my photo... 'Ummm....ok?' We had a great time that evening getting to know each other a little better. It may have been the first time I saw his smile! And now, to think all of this (sweeping my hand in a grand gesture to indicate the house, the blog, the jolly baby sitting on my lap), began with this photo!!!
That night was one of the few times (outside of high school) that I have ever worn lipstick. It was Chanel, Dragon? I think? I bought it earlier in the day. I have never bought another Chanel item, or department store beauty product since then. Actually, I don't often wear makeup, but I will admit, a simple stain on my lips transformed me for the evening! It made me feel beautiful, playful and confident.
Now I am the mother of two. I don't often have time to fix myself up. I am not the girl in the mirror anymore, but she is still somewhere inside me. Sometimes I wonder where she is hiding, especially when I am wiping the spit up out of my cleavage (cleavage I never used to own), or when I skip shaving my legs (again) because my toddler wants to jump into the bath with me (again). I know motherhood comes with its own beauty, confidence and playfulness, still...there's this photo
hmmmm....I feel some sort of resolution stirring inside me (more tricep dips, less gingerbread men)...but the baby is starting to fuss, and I have to get us ready to pick up my older son at preschool...a little bit of blistex and we are out the door (without combing my hair)...