The Perfect Holiday Card

The Perfect Holiday Card

As most of you who know me or have spent any time reading this blog realize, I am not burdened by the constraints of perfectionism. I do not spend time fretting over details. This is, at times, wonderful and, at times, not so helpful. C’est la vie.

But I found it odd that just after using this photo to create our annual holiday card, I read an article on what used to be MSNBC about the quest for the perfect holiday card photo.

Hogwash, people! My favorites are the ones that are purposely imperfect. If you had told me last year that I would send out a picture of myself in a swimsuit to 85 of our nearest & dearest I would have called you crazy.

Not only am I half naked, I’m not wearing makeup and my hair is wet. Oh, and I look mildly crazed. And… one of our kids is not even participating! Well, so be it. The siren song of this photo called to me.

A very happy imperfect holiday to all of you!

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2 thoughts on “The Perfect Holiday Card

  1. Today is my first day of reading your blog – love it! I also have 2 sons, 3 years apart, but they are 24 and 27. Enjoy ur little boys. Before u know it, they are on their way to adulthood – which is the goal! U r a gr8 Mom!

    • Hi Marian,
      Thank you for the nice note. I appreciate it. I am also happy to hear from someone on the other side of this thing! That seems like a million miles away so thanks for the reminder that it’s really not. Take care!

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