I’ve always wanted a friend named Bert, so, although no one else calls Robert that, I christened him so when we met this summer. He calls me Aunt Kitty, which makes me feel like someone’s spinster aunt of indeterminate sexuality. I think he got the much cooler name out of the deal.
Jacket, Xhilaration (thrifted). Scarf, consignment. Tee, Disney. Skirt, thrifted, shortened, and embellished. Tights, We Love Colors. Boots, Audrey Brooke (consignment). Bag, El Paso Saddleblanket Co. Earrings, vintage. Rings, vintage, gift, and/or heirloom.
I got him back for the lame nickname by tricking him into portaits. I told him I just needed a warm body for the camera settings. Bwahahaha.
This was the nicest of the photos. (See, I not all vengeance!) I almost managed to trick Bert into photos of him licking the Lodi watertower, but he caught on to my games.