What I'm Wearin' // pretend photographer

Last week I pretended to be a photographer. That is, Anna deserved a photoshoot. Somehow one or two turned out OK, and thus. . .her Facebook profile picture is {finally} changed and everyone is happy. See, having a so-good-she's-practically-the-real-deal sister (aka, professional photographer in the works,)  is beneficial for FB picture changing. I often become the target for her many "practice shoots." :P Poor Anna on the other hand suffers for months with the same.pictures. This day however, she decided to risk it, actually lent me her camera, (GASP) and voila. Lots of finding the little red dot, TRYING to focus on her face, getting reprimanded for incorrect poses, and then. . .watching as most of my "hard work" was deleted. Not slow, painful deaths. . .more like, "this one is blurry"--delete. "This one is too white."--delete. "This one is overexposed."--delete.

Hey, if I'm taking this baby to Cali I have to practice. I mean, I'm safe with mom's cheap digital, but you know, photos of Disneyland just won't be LEGIT without the camera. 

Anna's camera.

Yeah, she's lending it to me. . .again.

Brave girl.

All that to say, this is my how-I-think-a-photographer-should-look outfit. What that means is up for debate. ;) The only thing missing was a Pumpkin Spiced Latte (even with my dire hatred of Starbucks, the sugary-pumpkin-whipped-cream stuff is my autumn lifeline.) Picture a crisp afternoon in an apple orchard. Only the last part is true. . .because it was rather hot out. But hey, we're good at using our imaginations, right?

*specs*

skirt--Cabi (online resale) 

 tee shirt--Old Navy

Halftee--Halftee

 sweater--Burlington Coat Factory 

 tights--Target

boots--Macy's 

beret--Charming Charlie 

 earrings--gift