I haven't gotten super personal on this blog, but I can't hold this in any longer: I hate being my own model. I really don't know how models pull all those amazing "I'm not trying" faces. My patient husband spends hours trying to capture each picture the way I want. Then I look at them all and its: I look drugged, I look confused, I look angry, yeah no good faces. Well, at least the clothes look amazing:).
p.s. shirt is the new take on the Ruffle T -- be sure to check it out in my Etsy shop (link is to the right).