Last week I was a bridesmaid at my best friend’s wedding. Since everyone was so very keen to see me in a dress, here’s what it looked like… -in reality. -on all the photos. (Mom: “Your hair looks crappy! Let me blow-dry that mess!” Incredibly fat upper arms. “What, you’re already wearing a push-up bra?!” Am I wearing a bathing ring or what?!)
Don’t even ask: the photos are top secret…
By the way, I just spent a solid one and a half hour just to get some grey in this picture, and that’s because I have a fantastic new computer that can solve all my problems in half the time. Nobody mentioned my problems would quadruplicate on that thing…
Last week I was a bridesmaid at my best friend’s wedding. Since everyone was so very keen to see me in a dress, here’s what it looked like… -in reality. -on all the photos. (Mom: “Your hair looks crappy! Let me blow-dry that mess!” Incredibly fat upper arms. “What, you’re already wearing a push-up bra?!” Am I wearing a bathing ring or what?!)
Fragt gar nicht erst: die Fotos sind streng geheim…
Nebenbei hab ich grad geschlagene anderthalb Stunden damit verbracht, hier ein bisschen grau in dieses Bild zu zaubern, und das nur, weil ich einen großartigen neuen Rechner habe, der all meine Probleme in der halben Zeit lösen kann. Es hat nur keiner erwähnt, dass sich meine Probleme mit dem Ding vervierfachen…
Ok, I don’t ask. – But I say: I want photos! (Btw: The exclamation mark I used is a gift from Mr. D.)