First of all, I haaaaaate having pictures taken of myself. Hate, hate. Hate. Maybe it stems from this photo taken of me crossing the finish line in a race and printed in the newspaper my freshman year in high school. As if being a pubescent fourteen-year-old wasn’t awkward enough.
I never heard the end of that one. Literally, my friend just texted me this photo the other day. ELEVEN YEARS LATER.
En-ee-way….. now that you know about my hatred of having my photo taken, hopefully you can understand that publishing this post makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable.
BUT, it has to be done, because my sweet leetle seester, McCall, took the time out of her very busy day while I was visiting Utah a few weeks ago to snap some photos of me for my dang blogging hobby. And I want to show off her work! It’s just unfortunate that I happen to be the main subject in them. :(
And by the way, no… I don’t typically wear a dress while cooking. I so happened to be in-between wedding events for my cousin that day, so McCall and I ran over to my grandmother’s and hijacked her beautiful, timeless kitchen and turned it into an ad hoc photo background.
Grandma even conveniently suggested that it would look nice if I chopped up a few things in the photos (which were actually ingredients she needed for dinner). Clever move, Grandma. Clever move.
Here are a few pics from our shoot:
So there you have it. Photos. Of me. Gasp. In my next post, I’m getting back to business, and I’ve got a super delicious and ridiculously easy 6-minute caramel recipe for you next, so check back soon! Muah!