I’m a big fan of the family photo … particularly when it is of *my* family. I have lots of framed pics of the kids on my bookshelf and walls. There’s a couple of the whole family, our large wedding photo, one of my parents, one of hubby’s parents, two of me and my best friend (one taken at her wedding, one at ours) and that’s about it. Wait, I lie – there’s a group shot of the entire 24 members of hubby’s clan as well.
…and while I know that I can easily reference the real life versions of my family, their baby photos, whimsical poses, holiday snaps, and family shots make me go all tingly and gooey as I remember what we were doing when the photo was taken.
I especially like to gaze longingly at photos when the kids (and husband) have been driving me nuts – I can see their gorgeousness without it being blurred by the fact that they are hitting each other with large plastic dinosaurs:
“Wwaaaaah -Mummy he hit me with the Parasaurolophus”.
“Well dear, you are a 40 something year old man, surely you can fight off a 4 year old” .
Anyhoo …. back to the issue….
While I have lots of photos of my family, there are no pics of my brother’s family and none of any other outlaws aside from the group photo as available space is at a premium and frankly, none of them are remotely as cute as *my* family…. well maybe *my* brother’s family is cute…
So what am supposed to say when my brother in law’s wife gives me a *large* framed picture of their family as my Christmas present? Like I said, available space is at a premium and I’d have to remove a picture of us to make room for it.
Is it wrong to hope it falls to the floor and smashes. … well probably yes. Maybe if it was a small photo in a small frame it wouldn’t irritate me that much…. but its BIG … and its of people who tend to get on my nerves a lot (there’s a long story here but now is not the time to share it).
So for now I’ve shoved it on top of the piano. At the back. With photos of my kids sitting in front of it.
Hmmmm – its in a nice frame though – sliver and plain and not like the last one they gave me that was not dissimilar to this:
Cute for a little girls room perhaps, but like hell it was going in my lougeroom. Maybe I should be happy that this time she noticed that I’m only fond of kitchy crap in its rightful place – stuck to the fridge.
So – how bad would I be to stick one conglomerate frame for dodgy photos of relatives in the hallway and pinch the nice silver frame for a pit of my gorgeous kids?