Confession: For every great picture you see on this blog, there are at least 5 terrible ones.
I have no shame in the fact that I curate the images that I want to put on here. If you wanted to see fifty of the same blurry image with bad lighting showing something of little importance and no beauty, you would just go through any given Facebook album. No, I prefer to share photos that are beautiful, or at least interesting, and of which I am proud.
But I also don’t want this to become one of those blogs where life looks perfect. Those are the blogs that I love to hate. You know the ones — you read every post and consistently feel like your life isn’t as awesome in comparison. You wonder how those people have money to wear those clothes and eat out all the time, or how their children are always cute and better dressed than you are, or when they actually work. Because the fact of the matter is that anyone can curate any life to the point where it looks perfect. That’s why I try to share things with you like my Pinterest wedding breakdown, that nasty purple ankle, and the time I tried to domesticate a squirrel.
And so, today I wanted to share with you some of the truly awful out-takes from last weekend in New York. Because in between the great shots of pretty streets and delicious meals, there were lots of pictures like this one, of James making bad faces while I set the lighting:
Or these photos, which show how I charge James to take the camera back after he takes a photo… and he doesn’t stop taking them which means there are A. LOT. of shots of me with my bossy hand up and my mouth unattractively open. It also shows off the awesome bandaid that I am wearing as I have a propensity to cut myself on any remotely sharp object in the vicinity. Sometimes James and I like to take stock of how we would know if a body snatcher replaced one of us. Body snatcher Hannah would not constantly be wearing bandaids, but real Hannah is a perpetual boo-boo.
Or these photos, of a failed jump shot attempt. Because sometimes your hair just gets all up in your face and you show off your controlling side with aggressive counting.
How do you feel about overly perfect photos on blogs? Anyone else like a good reality check now and then?