Taking up close pictures of your belly is kind of difficult. I think I ended up taking about 30 to get a handful that were decent. Hahaha. In case you were curious the internet guy didn’t come during the Henna painting. Woohoo! But I was still painted and smelling like a hippie when he did arrive. My shirt was down over it, but it was drying, so I was dropping little pieces of what looked a lot like mice poop as I walked around with him. I told myself he didn’t notice. Denial-land.
And now you can see my teenage hip stretch marks.
A little blurry sorry, I was seeing if the mirror technique worked better. Fail.
So now the henna darkens and I go in on Saturday for her to take pictures of it for her book. I am not sure how long it will take to get those back from her? But when I do I will post them too.