for crying out loud

I feel like I might be the only blogger who discusses her struggles with finding an outfit photographer to call on consistently. My sister is usually the eye behind the lens, but since school has started again she's been too busy to snap my pic in the courtyard. So I've resorted to the unthinkable: asking my mom. She's a couple generations behind but so far peering into my SLR and pressing a button hasn't been too burdensome. She even took all these pics of me vogueing in palazzo pants! And I love how they turned out. It's never too late to learn the ropes -- any ropes. Anyway. This ensemble is what I wear when I ceremoniously cry for the haters. Keeps me grounded....