OUTFIT | Summer Classic
I’ve had a bit of an unintentional red, white and blue theme going on this week. I promise it wasn’t an attempt at some weird kind of “let’s pretend I have a reason to celebrate the 4th of July” kinda of thing (Not that I haven’t done that before, mind you – just… not this time…) – it’s just a colour scheme I always seem to gravitate to in the summer (and, well, the rest of the year), especially with more casual outfits, like this one.
We took these photos last Friday, on the way to see my in-laws (who’ve just returned from a month in Cyprus, the lucky sods), and as Terry started snapping away, I glanced up just in time to see a large group of teenage girls come round the corner towards me.
OH. MY. GOD.
Now, of all the people who could possibly catch me mid-photo-shoot, teenage girls are the absolute worst. As you might recall, I have an ingrained fear of teenagers, who I always expect to, like, pull my hair, or steal my lunch money or something, so as soon as I saw them coming I assumed they were probably going to get all ‘Mean Girls’ on me, and I kind of shrank into myself in horror, and pretended to be really, REALLY interested in my shoes until they’d passed by.
Except they didn’t pass by. Nope, they decided the very spot I was standing on was the perfect spot for them to take some photos too, with their iPhones – or rather, to get Terry to do it for them. Yup, bitches stole my photographer, people! I’ve got to say though, the whole incident was a good lesson in not being a Judgy McJudgerson for me, because not only did those girls NOT poke fun at me for taking my stupid blog photos in public (Well, not to my face, anyway, which is as much as I can hope for, really…), they were all absolutely charming, and thanked Terry profusely for his help, before walking away flicking through the photos and assuring each other how cute they all looked. It was kind of adorable, really.
There was one funny moment, however, when the lead girl handed Terry her phone… and then patiently explained to him how to use it to take the photo, while I stood there sniggering quietly to myself and thinking, “Haha, they think Terry’s so old he won’t know how to use an iPhone!” Then I realised they hadn’t even bothered to ASK me, so who’s laughing now, huh?
Anyway, lesson learned: not all teenagers are scary. Most of them still are, though.