A few weeks ago I bought tickets in the preschool raffle, because the first prize was a very large load of firewood, and we really needed some. Excitingly, they rang that afternoon to say that I'd won ... second prize, which was a family photoshoot by one of the preschool mums who also had a photography business. The chances of organising the children to get us all together was zero, but we figured what the hell, let's go with just the two of us, and so the photographer came round the house with a mate and we got some photos taken of us, in our garden.
We said we were unphotogenic and awkward, and would like almost entirely garden and house with just a little bit of us, and we were embracing the wintry ugly! Surprisingly, it was great fun, she totally got it - we nattered about all sorts of things for an hour or two while she snapped - and we now have a peculiar but pretty record of our first winter.
Some of them are a bit engagement shoot - no excuse for this window number - but generally it was us in all our middle-aged glory. So peculiar - absolutely nothing I would ever voluntarily do - but I'll get some printed out and maybe even one for the wall.
