Sometimes I can’t take a serious photo to save my life. Or a photo that doesn’t look weird. Take these for example:
I decided I wanted to blow a bubble for one photo, because I thought it would be cute, until I realized I had no idea what I was doing. And as for the other one, I have no idea why my feet are so far apart! Cute outfit, but awkward poses.
And thanks for the nice comments on my last post. I wasn’t knocking magazines, but trying to describe why I don’t read them. I get the craft of designing and sewing and why it makes their items expensive, but I think it’s kind of ridiculous that designers and these magazine editors tell us (the consumers) what is fashionable and what we should be wearing. Can’t I just wear what I want and not worry if I’m in style or not? For the most part I do that, but sometimes, especially if I read magazines, I find myself getting swamped with the idea of “needing” this trendy item or that trendy item. It’s better for my mental health and my wallet if I don’t read magazines, because then I don’t feel like I “need” something to complete my wardrobe.
(See? Now you’re getting an inner look at my psyche, and I bet you’re not prepared for the way I look at the world.)