o7; On the step outside you stand, with your flowers in your hand, my apple scruffs.

Jacket: Maurices | Denim shirt: thrifted | White netted sweater: thrifted | Red tank: thrifted | Jeans: Paris Blues | Boots: Etsy | Belt: Delia's | Jewelery: various (boutiques, vintage, my mother, Lucky Brand; engagement ring from Kay's)
[On Lookbook]

This is the most extensive shoot I've done to date. I think it's because I had enough practice on Friday, as it was just as windy and just as cold as it was today. (Wind chill made the temp feel ten degrees colder than it really was. Very invigorating.) I'm both happy with how this came out, and a bit uncomfortable. Some of the looks on my faces are really weird, but I liked the poses. (I also stepped out of my comfort zone in that last picture to feature my face, as I never normally show my teeth. I have an overbite and crowding on the top, but I've grown to hate how wrinkly my chin looks when I keep my mouth shut in pictures, so I thought 'oh forget it, so I'm tired of being so paranoid about them.' However I think I look a little Asian in that shot. And way younger than twenty, but that's okay.)

I also took Madeline's advice to do a 'raccoon' effect with eyeshadow. Unfortunately, you can only see the orange underneath my eyes, really. I still love how it turns out, and I wear it often these days.

I really missed these woods. I think I'm going to make an effort to walk out there at least a couple of times a week, because I'm not in the same shape that I was last summer, and I miss feeling (and looking) as good as I did back then. I'll at least be doing most of my looks out there from now on, if I can help it.

Maybe I'll run into a raccoon again, or something. ♥

o6; I can't get no satisfaction.

Today was a bit windier than I anticipated, making the 40 degree weather feel ten degrees colder. Thus my photos were rushed and at one point on my way to the spot where I wanted to take my pictures, I was met with a raccoon. At first it was surprising, but became terrifying when my mind raced with questions like, 'Am I in its territory? Did I wake it up? Does it have rabies? Is it walking exactly in my direction because it can smell the food in my bag?' And thus, I began a slow and cautious beeline off the trail, but the crunchy leaves I was stepping on got its attention, and it spotted me. We both stopped, stared, and simultaneously ran off in opposite directions.

When I came back to the trail, I could still hear it shuffing through the tall grass, but spotted it at about twenty feet from the trail as it was obviously trying to make its way around me to get to where it was going. I have been jumpy ever since.

So my pictures are half-assed, and I look pretty annoyed in the shots I kept. I'm just going to try again on Sunday. (The weather will be warmer and it's estimated to be sunny, which will help.)

Ah, well. The pants I chose to wear looked pretty silly on my anyway. (They didn't look so frumpy when I checked the full-length mirror. Maybe I'll just cut off the legs. That'll teach them to make me look fat when I'm not.)