i'm the worst model ever

{shirt: thrifted, shorts: nordstrom(caslon), sandals: h&m, necklace: j.crew, belt: ann taylor, pink daisy bag: vera bradley, giggles: c/o Mr. F}

this week's photos were taken while we absorbed the free AC at Mr. F's office over the weekend.  by the time I realized that I looked cute, the sun had already gone down and we were stuck inside.  thus followed a drowsy, overworked Mr. F taking pictures of a groggier and potentially sillier me. he gave me cues, be sassy, be angry, embrace your inner monkey.  every time he tells me to be sexy, I giggle.  every. single. time.  told you I was a prude!  and while I know these are blurry, I don't really care.  time with my tall guy is getting more and more scarce and I love that I have a few moments with him filled with nothing but giggles and silly.  if he keeps making me laugh, I don't think my modeling skills are going to improve anytime soon.  happy what i wore wednesday friends!