I’m not one to give spoilers, but this photo will be one of a few on my holiday card.
I'm using it as a form of rebellion, illustrated perfectly in
the “get that damn camera out of my face” expression on little Isla’s face. But more importantly, I'm including it because it is real.
Believe me, I am all about photos, cards, and anything crafty I can
buy at Michael’s without being spotted by someone I know, but I have many a pet
peeve when it comes to this tradition.
I hate your holiday card if…
·
It's a boring, generic, unpersonalized card and you simply
sign your name. I mean, at least
make the message worth what you are spending on the postage.
· You put make-up on young children. Even lip gloss is totally
unacceptable. Unless, if course,
it's on Courtney Stodden.
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| Courtney Stodden: Christmas 2010 |
· You use uber-posed, obvi-uncomfortable professional shots. You know, the head-tilt ones.
· You don matching parent/child outfits. If you shop for Eddie Bauer
coordinates, it better be for comedic value only.
·
You include a family resume.
I care about my family and friends lives, just as I hope you care about
mine, and I do appreciate hearing a tidbit or two about ballet or guitar
lessons. But I do not need to know
every time you add a “student of the week” bumper sticker to your ugly minivan.
Holiday cards should be a celebration of what your life is
really like, not a prim and proper, fake representation of what you think it should be. Do I think you should include a copy of
your script for antidepressants and second notice of an overdue cell phone bill? Certainly not (although that would be my favorite card EVER). Instead, I just encourage you to be you. You are definitely better at it than anyone.
