I did something really cool this week — I had a photo shoot for an article I wrote! As fun and glam as this sounds, I was not excited about it. Instead, I was stressed.
I don’t have a lot of clothes and I normally don’t wear makeup, so whenever I have an event to attend or a media appearance, I have to panic-shop, rush ship my orders, and obsessively check the tracking information, praying that everything arrives on time.
Leading up to my photo shoot, these were the tasks I had to accomplish:
☑️ Buy an outfit
☑️ Get makeup: concealer and lip gloss
☑️ Try on the foundation I panic-bought too late for my last media appearance, and get another one if it doesn’t work well for me
☑️ Practice my makeup look for the shoot
☑️ Buy a diffuser in case my hair didn’t air-dry on time because the photo shoot was scheduled for first thing in the morning
☑️ Order a steamer (I don’t have an iron and can’t fit an ironing board in my apartment so I needed a more compact solution for getting out clothing wrinkles.)
☑️ Tweeze my eyebrows (I didn’t have time to get them freshly waxed) and any random, stray, postmenopausal facial hairs I could find
☑️ Help with the location logistics
☑️ Do laundry so I’d have clean socks and underwear to wear
I was so busy checking things off my to-do list that I didn’t have time to look forward to the photo shoot. The first time I started to get excited about it was the night before, when I received the call sheet listing all the photo shoot details and it said:
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