Oh. My. Dear. Goodness. Not a good day for a post. Sure...it may seem fine in the pictures (the sparingly few), but it was not, at least in my opinion. Notice how I began in the prettier part of my backyard (with the vines and such) and ended up against the wall of the boring side of my house...poop on toast. Well, what happened Emily, you ask? Hmph, I shall tell you. I was taking my pictures, being goofy and strange with the pony (not sure why I chose the pony, it was merely lying around waiting to be used) when I looked up and saw my neighbor was standing on his porch smoking and looking right at me. Oh dear...that was very awkward for me because at the moment I was squatting in the vines and looking bug eyed into the camera. Oh god, here comes the worst part. For some reason my natural instinct was to hide, so I ducked under some vines. Then I realized the porch he was standing on was above me...and he could see me hiding. I proceeded to pretend to be looking at a flower, but realized this was even more stupid, I obviously was not looking at a flower. He had discovered my weirdness, and he was still looking at me! Damn him! Excuse my French I'm just so mad I couldn''t finish my shoot because a cigarette smoking weirdo across the way was staring at me. And that is how I ended up against my mint green wall. Fooey! Sorry if that was a boring post, but you asked! Oh...wait...hehe you didn't ask. Poor old crazy me.
Well, I might as well tell you about my outfit...I 'spose. The vest is from a West Hollywood one dollar vintage sale and the dress is from the Goodwill in Michigan. The clogs are my moms (not any more hehehe) and the lipstick...I forget...CVS maybe?
Well, Well, well that be all mates!!
