Showing posts with label passport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passport. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

passport addendum

Remember this? (My theory that no matter what, it is impossible to have a cute passport picture?)
Two things have happened since I typed that post.
1. I found my first passport ever.
2. Ruby had her passport pictures taken.

First, I mentioned that I was in that horrible "tween stage" that we can refer to as "the ugly years" of any girl's life. Being an awkward 12 year old apparently wasn't bad enough--I had to get a picture of me taken at the angle that best showed off the double chin and bangs I chopped myself:

Second, my sweet, adorable, precious princess got her picture taken. Normally this girl could be a baby model (not that I'm at all biased):
Photo courtesy of Anna-Alyse Photography
But sure enough, the passport picture made even this adorable girl look, well, you can just take a look yourself:
(Since I'm her mom, actually still think she looks cute even though she's angry)

Since last time I wrote about passports, my feelings toward them have only sharpened as I've realized the true nature of international travel: making us look as absolutely pathetic as possible.
"No, customs guy, I swear I'm just a normal person! Oh yeah, the picture..."

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Passport pics

3 Passports=3 Worst pictures that have ever been taken of me

The first time I got a passport I was in that "tween" stage of life--you know--where you're totally insecure about your self-image. As if being a chubby 12 year old wasn't already bad enough, they had to take a picture from the worst possible angle. I tried to find the picture for you to believe, but couldn't. I guess you'll just have to take my word that it was taken during the ugly years...
I thought then about drawing a picture (you know, my amazing stick figures), but I just can't do it justice. Again, you'll just have to take my word for it that that picture did not help my pre-adolescent self-esteem.

Five years later I was due for another picture. By this time I had at least grown out of the awkward chubby years, but for whatever reason they got a picture of me where I looked like I was on drugs (I swear I wasn't):
Check out those eyes.
A couple weeks ago I decided to get a new passport. The one from age 17 doesn't expire for two more years (when I turn 27) but I found out it costs the same to change your last name as it does to get a whole new passport.
Anyway, I went to Costco with a huge winter scarf and no make up on. I took off my coat, but it never crossed my mind to take off the scarf. I smiled for the picture and the lady said, "Close your mouth! You can smile, but NO TEETH!" I have no idea why she said that, because its not a rule. But alas, I obeyed:
What do I remind you of?

Cross your fingers that in ten years I'll be able to have a normal passport picture!

Anyone else have any bad passport picture stories?