Yeah. So I concocted a gig. A swanky, classy gig. One at which only the sexiest high heels will be worn. And I needed a new photo for the poster.
Enter my friend, neighbor, famous author and awesome photographer Nicole Helget. She came over with her camera on a Friday afternoon and made me smile, laugh, snuggle the harp, look sultry and act alternately professional, sexy and totally inappropriate.
Here's the final result.
Join me if you're in town. Come to town if you're out of town.
Shoes will be checked at the door to see if they meet sassy standards.
And yes, there were outtakes. Some are unfit for public viewing. But others - OK, I'll share them. I always get the giggles during photo shoots.
Especially when little bottles of (very cheap, very crappy but they do the trick) champagne
are cracked open at 3:00 in the afternoon.
Is it hot in here, or is it just my shoes?
Yep, it's my shoes.
If anybody else put their foot on my harp like this, I'd break their leg.
I'm dreaming of a non-icy Christmas so it's easier to load the harp in cute shoes...
la la la laaaa...
I'm so funny. I crack myself up.
Jingle Belle loves cute shoes. (I should have used a lint roller on those pants, I realize now...)
I love my harp. I love champagne.
I'm serious, people. Come to Number 4 Wednesday night to celebrate with me.