I’m having a baby. Well not really. I’m launching a book,
which isn’t quite as easy as having a baby (joke). The book, called Ride The Pink Elephant, is all about menopause and hormones – how you can go crazy and then find your sanity again.
Similar to having a baby, the initial conception of a book is the best part. Thereafter, the actual writing, followed by the publishing and promotion, are almost as hellacious as raising a troubled teen. I know this because I was one.
But I digress. Part of self-publishing a book is shooting the cover photo. This caused me no end of consternation until my friend, Marie P Anderson, took charge. Long a denizen of the modeling world, Marie coordinated the photography, makeup and hair, bringing in the superb team, succinctly known as, “j2,” or John and Julie.
Now before I tell you about the photo shoot itself, let me back up to explain, I’m someone who has mistaken fake eyelashes for mosquitoes, swatting them into oblivion. I might go to a nail salon at Wal Mart once every two years and have had two pedicures in my lifetime. I color my own hair considering as I do a trip to a salon as being worse than eating raw broccoli. I am, however, partial to spa days.
On the day of the shoot, I was a nervous wreck. I had to get my head around attending to all these things, and even the taxing problem of what to wear for the photos, which meant shopping (a barbaric form of psychological torture). Marie had instructed me to show with, “clean hair, clean face,” as she put it. For me, that manifests as “frizzy hair, blotchy face,” so I was quite a fright.
I entered the studio with trepidation. It was a huge, windowless room strewn with photo equipment, props, and a black painted backdrop against one wall. Marie made the introductions and as soon as I met John, (photographer) and Julie (makeup and hair), I calmed down instantly.
John is a tall, slim man with a languid voice that you lean in to hear. “Tell us about your book,” he said as he shook my hand heartily.