Broken Thumbs are dumb! Part one.

Long story short, it turns out that softballs are actually not very soft at all.

Three weeks ago I broke my thumb, four days after I had to have surgery to piece it back together again and from then on my right hand has been bandaged up in an awful, homeless-esque splint. It's been a little rough. Gone are the days of doodles, scribbled to do lists and you know, softball itself. Don't get me started on eyeliner (or makeup, or hair in general!) And eating is is fairly awkward...But don't worry, I'm managing just fine on that one ;)

To be honest, the broken bone thing has been a bit of a kill joy. At first it was like, kind of cool! A broken bone, a cool sports injury story and Facebook posts about my surgery! But that wore off after like 3.5 seconds and then it hit me that I had to exist and function in society and fully depend on my left hand (which hadn't proved to be all that coordinated in the past...)

But today I was like, what the heck! I managed a bit of mascara, which is quite a feat these days, and was feeling kind of proud. And in honor of that, We hijacked the last bit of light during a friends senior shoot and documented my right hand in all its poorly bandaged glory.

More photos of my thumb to come. What a thing to look forward too!

PUMPKIN PARTAY

Due to a little interuption of blog flow thanks to my novelette, these are going up AFTER halloween! Is it like a sin or something to post pumpkin patch photos after Halloween? If so, I'm a definite heathen because look at this post!

Sarah and I literally began planning this the first day of October. Every day texting back in forth about poses and pumpkin sizes and outfit choices. And then the day came, in which we were to go to the pumpkin patch! We rounded the corner to be met with a field full of pumpkins....and a lot of unexpected anxiety!

Continuing on with the theme of my sinful ways, I lied to the sweet pumpkin patch guy! "It's a school project!" I told him. He fell for it!! Or at least, he didn't let on that he could see through our shenanigans, which is basically the same kind of thing.