It’s that time of year again! It’s cheesy Christmas portrait tiiiiime! My MIL is very dutiful about taking Isobel for regular portrait sittings at the mall. Which is great, because it’s hard for me to justify taking Isobel for portraits that I’m inevitably going to have to adjust later in PS. (Every time I see a photo I can’t help but noticed how the white balance could be adjusted or the angles corrected or whatever. Blame it on the way I learned Photoshop or my latent OCD.) I’m sure I’ve said it often enough before, but my philosophy on Sears or Penny’s or any other big portait company is that a rite of passage. The photos are inevitably cheesy and usally need PS work. I, personally, have fond memories of going to the mall with my cousins for photos, and I love looking back at the cheesy Christmas scenes or the photos where I’m making a terrible face or whatever. Of course I think I take better photos of Isobel myself, but since they are photos of my daughter, I tend to love them no matter what.
And there’s something to be said about the wonderfulness that happens in a portrait studio. Look at this photo set, for example:
Or this, where in my daughter is in bunny heaven:
This is from Christmas last year:
Here are the best shots from the Christmas 2010 shoot:
Okay, she freaking adorable here. Her hair’s totally shaggy, but that’s my fault: I’m trying to get her bangs to grow out, and my MIL was set on this specific hairstyle. Normally I style them so they’re off her face. Also she’s not very fond of getting her hair cut. It was much easier the first time we did it.
She’s still cute. Although her hair appears very red in all these shots when it’s dark brown in person. I think it’s something about the lights they use. Also, here’s a fun fact: Isobel’s never seen snow. Hell, I’ve only been in the snow about five times in my life. So she has no idea why she’s standing in white fabric.
This face kills me every time. It says, “I am adorable. And I will crush you.”
Isobel trimming the tree? What a heart-warming scene! Actually, she’s probably trying to break something.
Let’s up the cheese factor to 11, shall we? My daughter hits me when she gets angry and throws herself on the floor in a fit sometimes. Does this make her good? No, but it doesn’t make her bad either. It makes her developmentally appropriate for her age. Which I think is perfect.
Okay, the first time it was just sort of funny, but how often does Santa sit and stare at photos of children? It’s creeping me out. And please note the death grip Isobel’s got on that teddy bear. If there is an item around that is remotely snuggleable, she will snuggle it. See also: Bunniez.
She’s only thinking one thing right here: “Suckers.”
Arguably, this is my favorite. She’s so freaking cute, and she knows it. Plus this dress is very, very close to my family’s plaid, so I heart it. All it needs is a tiny yellow stripe and she’s representing all the Scottish brawlers of her line. Daaaaw.