So we shot the footage for the promo that will be embedded into the home page of the web site this weekend. Friends came over to party and help. We had a filmmaker, a gaffer (lighting god on the set), and a sound guy, more talent than we need for this day by a mile. It was fun, and very draining. I do not particularly enjoy being in front of the camera, and that's putting it lightly. That was hard. I played the role of engine and organizer, which was fun, and also somehow (since I'm the girl/mom) the role of cleaning person and grocery store runner, which was annoying.
Anyway. Bob and I were struck, both of us, by how incredibly narcissistic the moment was. In our circle of friends it's not all that uncommon to be called upon to help shoot a film on a weekend for the price of a favor owed and beer and tamales. But Bob and I were shooting something for us, about us, starring us. It was a very unsavory experience. We apologized and self-flagellated all day, which was probably more annoying to our friends than anything else.
Then came the editing. We've looked through all the footage, and I have discovered, to my horror, that I am growing JOWLS! Listen - I'm 42, and I am an intelligent and thoughtful woman, who wobbles somewhere between being reconciled and being contented with my looks. I bloomed incredibly late. Like at 35. My ugly duckling period lasted from 14 to my late 20's. I have had to come up with other redeeming qualities.
These days, I'm pretty happy with the presentation I give to the world. There's some style, there's some sincerity, and now, there are some JOWLS. I'm thinking of a new hairstyle. One that involves wrapping the hair around and under the chin, and securing it behind the neck. Or maybe a sudden addiction to jaunty scarves, tied just so.