That time I slept with someone I met on the internet.

If that title surprises you, I'll explain. If it doesn't surprise you, I'm a little offended.

top: urban outfitters (similar)

jeans: f21

jacket: gap (also loving this one)

boots: bass outlet

lips: revlon black cherry

If you've been in the blogging game for a while, you probably know what an awkward transition it can be going from blogger friends to real-life friends. I'm always a little scared to meet other bloggers in person-- not because I don't think I'll like them, I'm just nervous that everyone will find out how weird I am. And they'll say things like, "Wow, you really ARE awkward" and then laugh uncomfortably and make a hasty escape from the situation (because yes, that's happened more times than I'd like to admit). Every once in a while though, you meet a fellow blogger who shares your mutual weirdness, and weird magic happens. 

Such is the case with Emma, photographer and design extraordinaire from Smile Me Pretty.

Emma and I had a few random run-ins over summer, but we just recently decided to take our virtual friendship to the next level and hang out. So on Friday night we sat in bed, stalked mutual friends on Facebook, ate a whole box of white cheddar Cheez-its (real exciting stuff here, people), and attended a local concert; the remnants of which can be seen stamped on our hands (here's your free publicity, Robert & the Carrolls). After the concert, we resumed our position in Emma's little twin bed and ended up falling asleep in full-on snuggle position, because that is what most twenty-something-year-olds do, right? 

The next morning we woke up bright and early (11 a.m.), and drove out to a secluded spot near Utah Lake (you know, the kind of place where murderers go to hide their dead bodies) and fulfilled our dream of having a 90's/neo-goth revival type photo shoot; dark lipstick and all. The results of which are these pictures. Naturally, things digressed when we tried to take cute friend pics together. 

The key to making new friends is to get really uncomfortably close to their face. You can quote me on that.

Masters of the "stank face"

I like to call this one the "Shakira, Shakira"

You could hear me gush all day long about what a talented designer and photographer she is (and she knows this too because I couldn't stop myself from pitching her talents to everyone we talked to at the concert), but I'll just let you go see for yourself over at Smile Me Pretty. 

xoxo

Lo