Yeah, I like my Costco picture.  This is new for me.  Unlike 90 percent of today’s teens and kids, I am not enthralled with my image. This applies to said shopper’s club cards, driver’s licenses, or even a local directory.

” Ok, have a seat…” the employee directs: “smile…” and before I even have a chance to think about how gummy does my smile look?, I hear a click.  That was it?  Yikes.  I’m really going to see some double chin on this one.  I know all the things to guard against– yet somehow, it never does any good to try and adjust.   I have had the red eyes- demon look, the insecure attempt at demure, the insta-add of 35 pounds version, and the caught me off guard– like this one is probably going to be.  The ever vigilant photee part of myself is usually why I am I not  on the north side of the camera.  The side with the teeny tiny scope of the world?  I can relax and take a pic of the vacation without too much exposure.  I’d like to say I wasn’t always this way, but I’d be lying.  Some of my best attempts to escape the group picture made me look a little less than stealth. My kids have a picture of me trying my first selfie that is painful for me but hilarious for them: unflattering angle, unflattering lighting and a horrified look as I try to both be the focus of the picture and know which buttons to push in the process. 

Up until now, people tried to avoid the camera. My mother and grandmother were masters at vanishing the minute someone pulled out their rectangle-shaped camera with the square little flash bulb on top.  Yeah, I’m that old.

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