Last night wit da ladies. Shonna, Bushbaby, Rosa Parks. Yall know the crew.
Look at us. LOOK AT US. Four grown women in a parking lot at night taking a picture against a brick wall like we didnt just spend 45 minutes getting ready. And we still went back to the car for a second one cause the first one had somebody blinking. It was me. Whatever.
I wore the orange. I always wear the orange. Yall know this by now. Them pants tho, them pants was the moment. I aint even gone tell yall where I got them cause somebody gone go buy the same ones and show up next time and now we matching and I aint doing that. Aht aht.
Bushbaby stayed in her floral like she stay in her floral. Rosa Parks came out in all black with the ruffle down the leg and threw up the deuces before I even said say cheese. She was ready. And Shonna in the back throwing up whatever that was with them nails, I dont know what that was but it worked.
We looked good. Thats the post. Thats the whole post lul.
Somebody asked me in the comments why we always end up in a parking lot. Cause thats where the lighting is. Purple building behind us, city lit up, no flash, nobody walking through the shot. Yall can keep ya fancy backdrops. Give me a brick wall and a parked car and I will eat every time.
Anyway I am home now with my feet up and my edges gone. Worth it. Every damn time its worth it.
Love these girls. Toodles.
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