I let very few pictures of me pass, mostly because I am the official photographer of the house, so I get to delete them ones I dislike in the editing process, but also because I am the official photographer of the house and so I’m rarely at the other end of the lens. (Seriously, Husband has many, many skills but taking decent photos is not one of them – the DSLR and him is a disastrous combination.)
Something happens when I put on sunglasses though. Maybe it is the summery feeling that I get, maybe it is that they hide the bags under my eyes and cover up half of my face; whatever it is, photos of me in sunglasses get allowed nine times out of ten.
And it looks as if Little O is following in my footsteps (and he even managed to get them on the right way up this time!).
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