If I have one pet peeve, one that’s bound to push me to the limits faster than the rest of my pet peeves put together, it’s people telling me I look tired. I think it’s a given most days, with young children, that I’m going to look a little worn out around the edges. But if I’m that tired, physically, that it’s etched itself into the lines of my face for everyone to see, I’d be pretty sure that I’m already aware of the fact. I don’t need random strangers bringing it to my attention, as if I need to be made aware of just how little sleep I had the night before, or how cranky I’m feeling. And if, by chance, I’m not actually feeling tired the surest way to change that is tell me I look tired. It’s like letting the air out of a balloon – buoyant to flat in two sharp seconds. Pfffffftttttttttttt. Thud.
I confess that my attitude on any given day is ruled by whether I’m having a good hair day or a bad hair day. Or just how black the bags are under my eyes. If I feel good about how I look, then my day generally gets off to a good start. I’ve always stated that if I were to have one plastic surgery procedure done it would be an eye-lift, and whatever it does that smooths out the permanent pouches. If they were that bad. Which they’re not. Point is if they ever got that bad that looking at them every morning would cloud my mood then I would do something about it. I’m all for feeling good about myself.
That leads me to the real reason for this post. Well the other real reason, now that I have that confession off my chest. I’ve been organising a facelift, of sorts. Not for me, physically, but for my business. It’s a bit like my baggy eye phobia. I’ve been looking at my blogsite, and my logo, and marketing materials etc lately and they haven’t been exciting me. In a way they make me feel tired. Not because I am tired but because the image of how I think I should look and how I actually do look don’t quite match. Still with me? I feel fresh, and vibrant, and joyful, but then I look at myself (my ’stuff’) and I don’t quite feel it. It affects my mood and how I run my business. So I’m doing something about it. I’m removing those bags, and getting myself a facelift.
I’m not quite ready to reveal myself just yet, there’s a couple of nips and tucks to be done. But not many. And I don’t even have any bruising. I’m tellin ya – I got myself a pretty good ’surgeon’ and she’s done an awesome job! But one day soon you’ll pop around to see me and won’t quite recognise me. I’ll be the same, but different. Better. Fresher. And more like the real me. I can’t wait for you to see.
And whilst I didn’t take this photograph for this purpose, it speaks to me of where I’m currently at. Good times ahead.
Narrelle x
{ Melbourne Portrait Photographer }
) Here’s a few of my favourites so far. I just love the first shot – I wish I had one like this with my own children.
