Glam

Look at my big ol' head!

While I am not part of the self-portrait challenge group, I was so intrigued with the lovely and amazing bloggers glamming it up for the camera I had to try it myself. I don’t know about you, but I’m always taking family photos so I’m the one behind the camera.

Admittedly, I love this face. At age 37 with two kids, I’m one hot mama! (Hee! Hee! Hee!)

The first thing I notice is that I’m wearing eye shadow, which makes me look overly made up. Can’t remember the last time I got all dolled up to go out on the town. (*big sigh*) I love to go dancing—the kind of dancing that makes me work up a sweat in a club trying to keep up with all of the younger dancers. Now…well…it’s hard finding a babysitter, much less one who stays after midnight.

Also, I feel my most glamorous when I’m wearing hoop earrings. I don’t wear these big ones all the time. But when I do wear them it’s like wearing a talisman that wards off all negative thoughts.

While it is my ultimate goal to become U.S. Poet Laureate, I’d like to be known as the “hot” poet laureate. Yes, I’d like to be known for my turn of phrase and my command of verse and meter. But the general poetry audience does not really think of poets as being sexual at all. And the ones you do think of are not really that sexy in person. Let me be the one to break that stereotype (I'm laughing as I type this, yet I’m kinda serious about it.)

I rather like the concept of glamour because rarely in my day to day are people “under my spell.” In fact, I think they run for the hills. My kids do—I know they’re conspiring against me. But I did get a nice complement from my husband about how I looked today. So maybe there is something to glamming it up every once in a while.

(That's right, I'm bringing sexy back--not Justin Timberlake.)