The Day I Tried to be a Fashion Blogger and Failed
The day I tried to be a fashion blogger and failed.
One bordem laced day, I enlisted the hubby to be my photographer, put on my best thrifted grandma dress and walked around random locale snapping pictures of myself.
I chose the thrifted grandma dress because it gives off the illusion of effortlessly fabulous. I wandered around aimlessly until I got this amazing shot of me walking but looking like I was being followed by paparazzi.
Eventually I stopped and burst into uncontrollable laughter because I’m just so deliriously happy and fabulous.
After a while, I grew tired of snapping photos so I had to stop for a little breather so I could take in the scenery.
And then I looked down at the ground casually, because that’s so chic.
After not finding anything on the ground I folded one arm underneath my chin and awkwardly supported it with my other arm because that’s such a chic pose. 
And then I ended with my wonderfully lazy Sunday with brunch.
*FIN*
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Category: Fashion/Style
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Starrene Rhett Rocque is a recovering journalist who often fantasizes about becoming a shotgun-toting B-movie heroine.Subscribe
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Love all the photos, including the outtakes!
Thank you!
Oh man this is classic, you hit the poses spot on!
LOL. Glad you enjoyed it.