So yesterday I got to help out my lovely friend Laura, who owns an amazing local boutique. She has had me "model" clothing for her online store a few times now and I always freak out about it. It takes place right after work and I am always rushing around to put myself together. This time I was running particularly late and Austin just can't resist an opportunity to screw with me when I am stressed. I haven't even clipped in my weave yet and he's in our not so big bathroom with me dancing/pelvic thrusting and singing a little ditty about my dirty face. (Ok... my makeup was not done and I am trying to learn how to contour with bronzer. Clearly I have not mastered this yet.) GET OUUUUUTTT!!! He leaves, I continue, he returns with more song and dance. Life is always interesting at our house. I wouldn't have it any other way :)
Back to "the shoot". So I don't bring any mad "super" model skills to the table, ( However my smize and booty touche are improving), but I do bring my own personal supply of "supers"...
1.)
Super awkwardness (Forced photos are always awkward. Plus my serious face looks more like constipation than anything else)
2.)
Super pastiness (Come on it's only April in KS! I think I forgot what sunshine looks like)
3.)
Super dance moves ( Laura and I have perfected a move we have lovingly named the crotch wash...its a must see)
4.)
Super strangeness (I embrace my wierd)
5.)
Super Selfies (All for your viewing pleasure!)
Thankful: For sunless tanner, Instagram and a husband that shares my sense of humor!
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