In the midst of my current urge to organize all the things, I organized all the photos on my computer (and don’t ask how many I have of The Rocket Scientist sleeping because that would just be creepy and why would I do that? I didn’t do that. Lay off the interrogation, will you?).
What did I find, other than non-existent pictures of a certain someone in Sleepyland? Abandoned outfit photos! I wore ‘em, I photographed ‘em, they never left my camera. Until now:
There are two very good reasons I should not wear suspenders. Go ahead, take a guess.
I like how this dress already sort of makes it look like I’m wearing pearls, but that’s obviously not enough for me.
Only the most skilled photographers can cut off both a hand and a foot.
More to come, as my digital pack rattedness knows no bounds.