My Bad Self(ie)
This all started when I noticed the the thinning fabric in the butt of my jeans . They’re not super expensive jeans, I got them at Charlotte Russe around 7 years ago. I’m actually kind of surprised they have lasted this long, but I normally wear sun dresses and things other than jeans. But I needed at least a few jean options, so off to the mall we go.
I ended up buying everything but jeans: tops, dresses. Which required me to clean out some space in my dresser. During that clean up, I realized I have a gajillion t-shirts…which I never, ever wear. Lots of them went to charity, but lots stayed.
I hate having good clothes just sit in the drawer, so I declared August 4th – 10th The Week of The T-shirt. I’m a grown woman who works from home, so I can declare whatever I want. I planned to blog daily on the t-shirt, with a pic. I put on the cute tee that my hubby bought for me from The Oatmeal (who is hilarious), and grabbed my phone to take a picture.
This is when I discovered that I cannot take a selfie.
The first attempt:
My husband came in and said “You need to take the selfie from above, go high up” so this happened.
Then he pulled up The Chive to see how hot chicks take selfies. “Take one in a mirror” he said. I failed.
We had to run errands, he posited that the best selfies are taken in the car.
Finally, something not too terrible.
You can actually see most of the tee, only bat-cat is looking through a veil of my hair. I’m stopping the madness now.
More delightfully awful pix of me and my tees coming up all week!