A photo essay on how not to take pictures of yourself.

I keep telling people I love Enid because I haven't been shopping and its saving us soooo much money.  The real reason why I haven't been shopping is that I have a two year old who doesn't like to shop.  He never did, he just won't sleep through it now.  The other night Brian and I stopped by one of the thrift stores in town and I disappeared.  I just bolted and left Brian to the mercy of Chase.  It. was. amazing.  Even looking through a bunch of junk is heaven without Chase trying to climb out of the cart or try on a shirt off the rack.  My first fun find was this necklace and the longer I have it the more I love it.  Did I mention it was 3 dollars? 

My other find, a vintage (80's) horrible, synthetic, bulky, ugly knit sweater.  But for one reason or another I love love love it!  Best part, the shoulder pads were just velcro.  Brian refused to take a picture of me in it for the blog so with a heavy sigh I headed for the mirror to do myself what I laugh at other people for.  I thought it entirely appropriate to use a picture of my cousin who I know reads this everyone now and then :)  (By the way I had a dream about you the other night that you were trying to keep my from killing all the spiders in my house.  I think I kicked you out.  And you have a bazillion pictures on fb.)   Doesn't matter who you are, I used to chuckle when I saw these pictures. But not anymore!  Now I give people props because it is a lot harder than it looks!! So cuz I need you to teach me your skills.

Photo Number 1:  Flash.  Rookie mistake.

Photo Number 2:  Not sure where to look and just look cross-eyed.

Photo Number 3:  Creepy and disproportionate hand.

Photo Number 4:  As good as it gets.  Sadly there were about ten more on my phone but this one shows off the sweater quite nicely.  Did I mention the sweater was 75 cents?

I made a deal with Brian I wouldn't wear it out of the house, but what do you think?