Warning this is not an outfit post. Well, it is but it isn’t. It’s more like a, “Hey look how cute I was during a recent photo shoot with a face full of makeup.” Actually, let me make a correction. My face was B.E.A.T. like an African drum, hunny.
A while back I participated in a “natural hair” blogger photo shoot coordinated by my friend, and fellow blogger, Kiwi. The shoot was super über awesome sauce, rolled in edible sprinkles fun, and I received a full face makeover while at the photo shoot. So seeing how I’m a narcissistic blogger. No, really. I decided to do a little photo session, post photo shoot, of my own.
I love makeup, jewelry, fashion, and every thing else that makes women’s toes wiggle with excitement. However, getting dressed up and doing style and/or outfit posts is not my thing. I mean how many times can one take pictures of the same poses. I for one can’t do it. I always end up bursting out duck lips, crossed eyes, wanna be model poses, and uncontrollable giggles every time I try to act like I’m nonchalantly posing. It’s hard work here people. Hats off to all the style bloggers that do it well, but I can’t. As the young folks say “I ain’t about that life.”
So with that being said, don’t expect this to be a style post filled with me attempting to act like I just rolled out the bed in head to toe fabulousness, and a camera just happened to be close by. My bad, did I say too much?! *covers fingers and slowly backs away from keyboard* I mean I really want to grab my favorite Zara blouse, bubble necklace, H&M floral pants, Louboutins, and romp around my local pub for some fabulous outfit shots. Wait my bad, wrong blog. However, we working with ASOS, Target, and the like up in here, with a good ole point and shoot manned by my mister. So, don’t hold your breath anytime soon.
Check me out rompering, incorrect spelling intended, around:
Jumper: ASOS (similar), Shoes: Target, Jewelery: Gifted
Do you like to get your pose on? Tell me what’s your fave pose?
XOXO, Miss Foodie Fab!
Now you know good and darn well I couldn’t leave y’all without some good old Foodie Fab grade A certified foolery. Check my poses, yo! Hot fiyah!
