Our beaaaautiful wedding pictures

At my parents' house, each of our university graduation pictures (which served as family portrait photo sessions as well) hangs on the wall above the fireplace. It's nice how they've accumulated over the years, although I often complain that, since I am 8 years younger than my oldest sister, her graduations caught me in some of my most awkward adolescent times (the biggest zit I ever had is forever frozen in time, perfectly captured front and center, proudly displayed for all to see smack dab in our living room)

As the years went by, we each slowly added wedding photos onto the fireplace mantlepiece. Somehow, my sisters also managed to get married in the year when I was on an upswing in yo-yo journey that is my weight, as well as timed with a particularly bad experiment with a tightly wound perm, and so the photos that are on the mantlepiece are also rather ghastly. I think it was a good thing that Keith and I met in London, since it meant that by the time he ever journeyed over and saw my me in my past splendour it was too late for him to make a beeline out of my life.

Anyways, when I finally got to add my wedding photo to the mantle piece it was definitely a yay moment for me - finally! I get to have a good picture on the mantlepiece! Who doesn't look good on their wedding day, in a fancy expensive dress, after 3 hours of hair and makeup (and in my case, 8 inches of fake curls - yes I seem to have a thing for curly hair). But my Mom had a photo frame for our wedding picture which was portrait rather than landscape, so I had to find the right photo for it. Shame that the best ones of me in portrait are of me by myself and the ones with Keith and I together are just average - can't we just leave him out?

Anyway, took a while for me to get the pictures from our wedding photographer, so for a while the frame sat ready and waiting on the mantlepiece with the stock photos of random strangers still sitting in the frame. One summer while I was in London my sisters were being silly and decided to paste my head over the woman's in the stock photo, but jokingly left the dude's head without Keith stuck on it (I think they would claim this is because they don't have any pictures of Keith to cut up, but I like to think that they think they can't tell the difference between one white guy and another anyway*). Tonight my sister was saying to me - do you remember when we did that? And I was like - no. i've always seen the frame with the proper photo. you guys must have done it while I was away, you scoundrels! So she told me what they'd done and then she said - hey I bet Ma is too lazy to have removed the picture that we made, I bet it's behind your wedding picture! So she took the frame apart and lo and behold, there was their masterpiece. It was like one of those Sherlock Holmes stories where you find some hidden treasure map in the fake back of the frame of a painting. Except without all the excitement and reward?  Judge for yourself whether their handywork should be displayed instead of our actual wedding photo - feel free to comment if we should change it! If I get 10 comments I will consider it.

Also check out random white dude's freaky hand above my awesome head. And what's up with the semi-mullet and those Princess Diana sleeves? Did they buy this photoframe in 1980?


*JOKES. we are not a racist family.