Today, I am grateful for the photobooth. To whomever invented this delightful contraption, I thank you.
I love to pick up a strip and instantly be transported back to THAT crazy night in Brooklyn or THAT awesome time we went to the boardwalk super late.
There is something magical and intimate about walking in the booth and closing the curtain. You have four chances to take a great photo but in the end they are all great, a grasp at a moment- awkward, tender ,racy- fixed in toner forever.
Even the worst day will melt away when I take time to look at the photobooth strip tucked next to our desk or the one up on the fridge.
Four perfect square reminders.
Your life does not suck.
Don't be afraid to cut loose.
Funny faces make everything better.
If it doesn't work out this time, you can try again.