Sometimes I'm not so good at the photo taking thing. Here I am looking mildly out of focus. Let it be known that I never claimed to be a professional photographer. I've had my DSLR for two years and still can't remember how to find the self-timer. I also still use the "flash off" shooting option, because I can't work out how to manually turn the flash off every other shooting option, and most of the time I can't be bothered spending time learning. It's like when I studied German in high school. "She has the skills," my teacher would implore my parents at parent-teacher meetings, "She just never does her homework. She could do so much better." Ah, yes. I can see my headstone now: She lived a life of unfulfilled potential. Schade.
Worked again today. It sucked even more than yesterday. I'm about to bust out season one of Once Upon a Time again, to feed a sudden craving. I finished the Sailor Moon reboot, so I need to find something else to fill the gaping void in my social life. This loose sweater is covered in a tiny bow pattern, and came from New Look in England. It's another trophy from that shopping trip I took to the Metro Centre in Newcastle. Jeans are an ill-fitting boyfriend cut from Just Jeans (aka: I ate too much at Christmas and now need to stop avoiding going to the gym). Pretty standard, probably eighty bucks? They're comfy, reliable, and easy to throw on when one is too lazy to wear anything else. Perfect. Same Carla Milani ballet flats from yesterday. x
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