It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here, the halls are decked, there are ugly sweaters everywhere and yes, I have been prancing around in a Mrs.Clause outfit. Fa La La La La, La La La La! I think the best part about dating a photographer must be forcing him to conform to these little shenanigans. I must beg him on a bi-weekly basis to take blog photos for me, but a majority of the time I’m stuck with iphone nonsense because for some reason he doesn’t like to play “Jordyn’s personal paparazzi”. However, this time, in the name of Christmas good old Jefferson agreed to do exactly as I ordered. Because, why wouldn’t he? Because also, I’m making a list and checking it twice and my boy toy clearly loves presents.
I think I probably was having way more fun than he was. While I was sipping a peppermint mocha and sashaying around like Rudolph he was busy setting up all the lights, seamless backdrop thingamabobber and all the other necessary studio essentials, don’t ask me to name them. I just love playing model for the day, Jeff thinks it makes me too conceited because I spend half the time he is setting up taking iphone selfies, but I spent a whole four days following Alessandra Ambrosio via instagram and she is JUST as guilty. But a lot better at Selfies…she probably just has the iphone 5s or something.
Wouldn’t you be sad if you had a photographer boyfriend and he didn’t want to take wonderful pictures of you each and everyday? Especially when your mind is filled with fabulous photoshoot ideas such as “Mermaid Tea Party” and “Unicorn Glitter Explosion”…It’s exceptionally disappointing I must say. I bet if Alessandra was begging him for studio time he wouldn’t mind the extra work. Would it be rude to threaten wearing the Mrs.Clause outfit year round if he didn’t conform to photoshoot demands?! Which by the way Jeff was totally embarrassed of me in my Mrs.Clause/elf/Santa’s helper outfit when we walked into Starbucks/his school… undoubtedly RUDE!
Of course we finished off with cheesy couple pictures. Sometimes I wonder what people think when they see a picture of Jeff and I. I wonder if they think, “aww there’s just two elementary school trumpet players who found love years later”. Wait, what?! It’s getting a little hyper over here in in my princess tower. I blame the massive consumption of tangerines, oh and maybe chocolate chips.
Something is telling me it’s time for an impromptu Britney dance party with my dog. And then drink some hot chocolate, by the way how do you keep the instant marshmallows from melting???