This week I took part in a photo shoot. Everyone else was fooling around, hamming it up, but somehow my British DNA always holds me back. Why?
Part of it of course is I don’t like getting my photo taken – too many double chins, too many extra pounds and frankly I have rarely had a photo that I have liked. Except maybe the one I have been using for the past ten years, but as friends have been saying, “time to change it, Anne.”
For one my hair is now au naturel and second, I have new glasses. Well, actually several pairs of new glasses – they’ve become my signature – much to Wendy Buchanan’s joy. I am like a walking ad for her and her company Perceptions Eyewear.
But back to the photo-taking. There is actually quite the story to the photo I have been clinging on to. The day it was taken, I was also speaking at Ryerson University. It was International Women’s Day and I spoke on a panel that was asked to speak on Work-Life Balance. (Don’t laugh) As my husband said at the time, that will take you all of five minutes, you’ve never had it.
So I leave this speaking gig, armed with a beautiful bouquet, for my photo shoot. Now if any of you have ever had your photo done by Yanka, you will know it is an experience. First there’s the wine - not a bad idea – then she does your make up and has you chanting how beautiful you are. Now this is where the Brit in me kicks in again. Really??
It was a long shoot, and in the chosen photo, I am not even wearing my clothes – Yanka had me in one of her jackets. She wanted me to look more corporate (I had arrived in a purple jacket.) I loved the end result which is why I have kept that photo all these years.
But the story doesn’t end there. On my way home – on the Go train – I sit opposite this young couple. Now you have to picture this, I am made-up to the nines, and carrying this beautiful bouquet of flowers. So the young woman leans over and asks me “Who are you?”
I guess I looked like someone famous or something. Although if she’d thought that one through, she would have realized I wouldn’t have been travelling on the train, if I was that famous. We had a lovely chat all the way to Oakville, when I gracefully embarked.
Bottom line – here’s the new photo. What do you think? It was a painful process (for me) but I think we got there.