There are a fair few photos of me around the house. Do I love looking at myself? Probably.
So here I was, happily looking at myself the other day, when a nasty question invaded my serenity.
“Oh, DANG,” I thought, “Should I remove those (numerous) photos of me smoking (in my past life) and hide them away from the ogling eyes of the four year old?”
Previously – i.e. in a time before my current role where I wile away the hours scrubbing skid marks off undies, combing nits out of hair and scraping two day old porridge from bowls – I used to be quite the gadabout.
I think I imagined myself rather akin to Lady Brett Ashley, a character from my favourite Hemingway novel, Fiesta (or The Sun Also Rises). She was a wonderfully sexually liberated gal and very glamorous. And it was the 20s so of course she, like everyone else everyone in the novel, was continually and heavily smoking. As I did in my 20s.
I bloody loved ciggies back then. I used to smoke morning, noon and night. My favourites were the late night ones, propped at the bar with a strong man* and even stronger drink.
*That bit isn’t true, many of my boyfriends back then were actually quite feeble.
My love affair with the darbs had to end one day and it did when I fell pregnant with my first little mate. I’ve had a couple of sneaky ones in the years since on the rare nights I am out with people who smoke and I can bum one. But it’s not the same. It’s pretty hideous actually. And frankly I’d prefer not to end up with some awful lung-related illness.
But back to the photos. Yeah so there’s a couple of me smoking.
Do I erase all evidence of this filthy habit? Or do I leave them there and come up with some awesome life lesson to attach to them?
Or should I be more troubled about the photo that reveals a poorly scrawled fake “I love Warren” tattoo on my upper-boob, taken as a Valentines Day gift for said-Warren, the husband? (BTW thanks foxy friend and beautiful photographer Karin for a crazy-fun afternoon taking those shots. We smoked a lot that day!).
What do you think? What inappropriate photos do you have that give you pause in your capacity as responsible parent?