I have been feeling the effects of Post Traumatic Family Portrait Disorder. I won’t go into all the details, but I am unnerved. There were unfortunate choices made in our clothing and posture. The sun was in our eyes. We couldn’t find a decent new dress within 30 miles for Paige. A shortage of curlers, a mistake in the bangs/no bangs dilemma, a failed teeth-whitening attempt and sunburns just hours before the portrait. Oh, the ignominious defeat! I’ll blame the town, as usual. Shame on you, Sahuarita.
I’ll find consolation in the children’s portraits for a long time.