Ok, so it’s the day I’ve been mentally preparing for. I’ve struggled whether I should share this here – it is a private decision – but in the spirit of honesty (and in the event any of you might choose to do the same thing) I’ll spill it. Last spring I took Charlie to this really cute mother/daughter tea. There were tons of silent auctions – from date nights in hotels to spa days – and one in particular caught my attention. It was for a boudoir photography session. Yes, I said it. Boudoir. What is that, you may be wondering?
The dictionary defines it as “a woman’s bedroom or private sitting room”. It’s basically a sassy photography session – you, lingerie (or not), meant for the eyes of your loved one.
I’ve heard of it before – even known a girl who did it – and I was intrigued but I walked away and bid on something else. I couldn’t get it out of my head though…I mean, when (other than your wedding day) do you have the opportunity to feel like a supermodel? Especially when you’re covered in baby goo most of the time? I’ve never done this before but I’ve certainly had my share of having my headshot taken, here (good heavens, who is this skinny girl???!!!!): and here: Mix in a couple other times and a smattering of modeling experience and oh yeah, my bridal portrait: aaand that’s my history with the camera. I’ve had my hair and makeup done and felt pampered for the day. But, all with my clothes on – only by the grace of God, I always say! I’m really surprised I had the chutzpah to walk back over to the table and put my name down to win the boudoir session. And guess what? I must have been the only gal brave enough because I won it and scheduled it back in the summer and now we’re HERE. It’s TODAY. So I had this mental breakdown earlier in the week (um, who wouldn’t??) about what to wear/buy/bring and finally settled on a couple (I think) good options. I’m walking into this COMPLETELY blind. And it’s a good thing they serve free champagne because I have a feeling I’m going to be needing a lot of it. Wish me luck!