I absolutely love the pictures he took, but can't help but wonder what I was thinking when it came to our outfit choices. More specifically, Julie's outfit choice in some of the pics.
Let me explain. We took the photos while visiting my family in Atlanta for Thanksgiving. Translation: I had to plan outfits way in advance with limited suitcase space.
Enter unfortunate circumstance #1: it was waaay colder than I had estimated "Hotlanta" to be, and thus had to throw jackets/sweaters on meself and mebebe. Did I mention that my now covered shirt and Julie's dress were tied together? Hints of pretty purple in my shirt would make for a super-cute-but-not-obnoxious match to Julie's purple polka-dot dress. Well that tediously planned connection was lost with the addition of our outerwear, which in itself didn't quite match the chosen scheme.
Unfortunate circumstance #2: the ever dilemma of what to do with 6 month bald-headedness. Does one attempt to cover aforementioned blank canvas with a feminine headband of sorts? Yes, one apparently does when its purpose is two-fold in that in clarifies gender AND keeps said head warm all at the same time.
Unfortunate circumstance #3: Julie's baby jean jeggings weren't tight enough or long enough to cover her enviously long legs, resulting in some scandalously exposed calf, which definitely looked tacky if not risque.
The result in some pics: Julie channeling a homeless Harriet Tubman*, who, needless to say, doesn't quite go with our theme of "let's pretend mom knows how to dress the family." And so begins a lifetime of failed attempts to hide what we truly are: a family of knuckleheads.
The fact that that shone through makes these pictures a definite success.
*Okay, this is obviously a slight exaggeration and I really only think this applies to the first few pictures.
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