I'd like to tell you a little story... I booked our family pictures this year, with Sears, just to make things easier, I could get all the holiday cards ordered through them, and it would be all done. I planned what everyone would wear, shopping for just the right color and pattern. I prepared the children a day in advance, letting them know what we would be doing Saturday morning... going to get our family pictures taken. I spend 45 minutes Friday night, flat ironing my hair, so I wouldn't have to do anything but touch it up Saturday morning, so I could concentrate on making sure everyone else was just so. Saturday morning, we woke early, got the kids fed and dressed (of course with a little b
argaining... Yes, I'll give you a fruit-roll-up if you promise to put the shirt on after you eat it! and Yes, you can have ice cream when we get home if you are good!) So, off we go to Sears, we decided to arrive a little early, just in case there was a chance we could get in quicker. Nope, they were 5 minutes late in getting us into the studio. I explained to the photographer, who was clad in her special work t-shirt, which you could see her black bra through, along with the tatooed eyes on her back, and her work ripped up jeans. She had several piercings in her face, which were very difficult not to stare at. I told her exactally the pose I wanted, which they happened to have a large 26x30 of right there in the studio. I thought, piece of cake, I've told her what I want, it's very simple, no problem. WRONG! She didn't know how to pose us, she didn't know not to put my head in front of Patrick's (cause a few people might want to see him in the pictures as well!), she didn't know that if someone blinks, you should probably take another picture, and she's using digital, so it's not like she's burning up the film! The pictures she presented to us were terrible. We walked out of the store without purchasing one. I was so dissappoined. We were all set, all dressed, PERFECT - and it was a complete waste of time. So, a good friend of mine allowed us to come to her house, and she took our family picture - it was quicker, faster, and less painful than all that prep and hub-bub! Lesson Learned!
argaining... Yes, I'll give you a fruit-roll-up if you promise to put the shirt on after you eat it! and Yes, you can have ice cream when we get home if you are good!) So, off we go to Sears, we decided to arrive a little early, just in case there was a chance we could get in quicker. Nope, they were 5 minutes late in getting us into the studio. I explained to the photographer, who was clad in her special work t-shirt, which you could see her black bra through, along with the tatooed eyes on her back, and her work ripped up jeans. She had several piercings in her face, which were very difficult not to stare at. I told her exactally the pose I wanted, which they happened to have a large 26x30 of right there in the studio. I thought, piece of cake, I've told her what I want, it's very simple, no problem. WRONG! She didn't know how to pose us, she didn't know not to put my head in front of Patrick's (cause a few people might want to see him in the pictures as well!), she didn't know that if someone blinks, you should probably take another picture, and she's using digital, so it's not like she's burning up the film! The pictures she presented to us were terrible. We walked out of the store without purchasing one. I was so dissappoined. We were all set, all dressed, PERFECT - and it was a complete waste of time. So, a good friend of mine allowed us to come to her house, and she took our family picture - it was quicker, faster, and less painful than all that prep and hub-bub! Lesson Learned!
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How frustrating! That picture looks really good!!!
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