Another dress I got recently from Voodoo Vixen is the Juicy Lucy dress. With a bowling pin/polka dot print and a contrast collar, this dress makes me think of diners and bowling alleys all at once. It fastens with a back zipper, has contrast button detailing and matching belt, and a contrast kick pleat panel located in front rather than back, which I love.
I misplaced my matching belt almost immediately among a whirlwind of picnic prep for the upcoming Pinup Picnic In The Park, so for these pictures I used a red belt I already had from another dress I own.
I’m kind of a big kid. I may be 29-years-old but it’s still a legitimate life goal of mine to make a large fort out of cardboard. Things have been crazy busy lately and with The Pinup Picnic In The Park coming up in a couple weeks that busyness isn’t soon set to relent. So, rather than the usual blog shoot involving pretty scenery and me trying my very best to look put together and glamorous, this weekend I indulged my inner child by throwing on my new Voodoo Vixen Katnis dress, packing the picnic hamper I got for my birthday, and heading to the park with my sister Sarah and 4 of my niblings (definition: plural, gender-neutral term for nieces and nephews.)
I had visions of us getting tons of adorable family shots on all the park pieces and a shining, cohesive snapshot of cuteness on a picnic blanket together. Anyone who has children, or even their own niblings, will know that I should have lowered my expectations. Because when you’re toting a crew of four children what will actually happen is your 9-year-old niece will not-very-subtly hint that you should take model shots of her on every piece of park apparatus; your 11-year-old nephew will lounge around in the giant swing because he’s so tired from the dog waking him up at 5.30am; your almost 4-year-old nephew will want to take pictures of you with your expensive DSLR camera and will think squeezing the camera with deep intensity is the way to get it to work; your not yet 2-year-old niece will be so intent upon repeatedly going down the slide that she won’t want to pose for any selfies with you; and the perfect family picnic shot you dreamt of will actually turn out like this…
Amy, we don’t have time for pictures, there is food to be served
So, a typical Saturday, really. I should have known better. Let the madness begin! Continue reading