Boudoir Photography

So I’m doing an article for a magazine’s February issue (aw, Valentine’s day) on Boudoir Photography–you know, like glamour photos in lingerie … think Maxim. So I go to interview the photog and we’re chatting away about why women do it, what they feel like during, how it helps their self-esteem, whatever. Having a great time. I leave. He emails me afterward and is like, if you want to really get a sense of what it’s like, let’s do a mini-session.

Part of me is like, yes! Free photos!

And part of me is like, Me? In lingerie? I’ve been eating too many holiday sweets for this!

But my editor loved the idea, so here I go. Tomorrow afternoon. And I’m missing out on pickup basketball for this! But that’s cool, a lingerie photo shoot is my job …

I went to the mall last night to try and find some lingerie and was completely and totally overwhlemed. What’s the point of this skirt-thingy? Where do I buy the thigh-highs? I just couldn’t handle Victoria’s Secret, so I went to Frederick’s of Hollywood. That was a joke–waaaay worse than Vicky’s. So I went back to Vicky’s and begrudgingly tried on a few more things and finally found a black lacy bra I’m happy with. Then went to Nordstrom’s and found an even better black lacy bra. Obviously. Ugh.

I’m also planning on rocking a super sporty-sexy combo of white tube socks and white boy shorts … think  Gisele Bundchen in GQ. Yes, I’m mildly obsessed with Gisele. In that I want to look like her, not that I really know anything about her. Weird.

Is this TMI Friday? Would someone please publicize some events or cool things to do so I can stop talking about myself?!