SHE SAYS: NOT A FASHION BLOG

i repeat, this is not a fashion blog.

the other day, i asked spencer if he would run outside with me really quick and take some pictures for the “about me” section of my photography website. i mean, i was already dressed kind of cute, so it seemed like good timing.

well friends, i learned something about myself on monday: i am so so awkward! and i just really don’t get how these fashion bloggers do it. like, do they drive around scouting out locations and think, “this brick building would be a great backdrop for my polka dot dress outfit?” and where do they get those poses from?! “ok, i’m going to smile and spin around really quick while i kind of curtsey with my skirt, so make sure you get a picture from a good angle?”

so ridiculous.

but, i will admit, i look at these blogs sometimes. so does that make me ridiculous? and i don’t know why i look at them either! i never ever look at the little captions that say where their clothing items are from–which is the point, right? and, generally speaking, that information is not even relevant. i mean, why would you even bother telling me that your adorably cute sweater is thrifted? so i can be depressed that i will never be able to have one like it?

for example, i’m not even going to bother telling you that my cheetah-print sweater is from forever 21. because i bought it 3 years ago, so i’m guessing it is no longer available. and even if it were, would you run out to the mall and go buy it because you saw it on me? probably not!

rant over.

so, here is what this little photo shoot went like . . .

spencer: jana, don’t do that. you look cold.
jana: i am cold!

spencer: jana, stop posing.
jana: wait, i thought i was supposed to pose.

then the wind started blowing. and my ring is crooked (spencer usually catches crooked rings).

spencer: jana, just act like yourself.

and this is what i came up with. i guess acting like myself means acting weird.

oh, and in case you were wondering, there is no baby bump hiding under this maxi dress.

the end.