About a year ago, my good friend and wonderful photographer, A, offered to take some boudoir-inspired photos for me. It’s something I’d wanted to do for a long time, and she was looking to expand her photography genres, so it seemed like a match. I headed over there one chilly Saturday morning with a bag full of wardrobe options, and I semi-awkwardly attempted to look hot … in the most classy of ways, of course. So here comes the part where I show you all of the photos, right? Not exactly. They are stored in a folder on my computer, for my eyes only. Or so I thought. This video was shot about a week ago when I was not home, as L discovered said folder:
Yep, that’s my son sitting bare-chested in my bathrobe, clicking through scandalous photos of his own mother. We’re currently saving for both college and therapy.