Being the oldest child has always been notorious for having a bad rep. I have always felt that I would take the blame for anything and everything, and I think part of me loved to heighten this concept by capitolizing on it. So, whenever I got the chance, I grabbed my younger and impressionable siblings and dressed them up in the most ridiculous things for my own amusement and creative benefit. While most of them were a bit reluctant, I could always get my sister, Chandler, to do whatever I asked.
She was always my little test dummy. Wearing drag queen makeup and teased, bushy hair, I would make her dance for me to Madonna tracks and capture all of the moments on a video camera.
To this day, I still cannot help myself but to try something new on her and get her to do things that I'm too scared to ask anyone else. She is my baby doll, my mini-muse, and my little canvas.
Thank you to my sister, Chandler, and her boyfriend, Brock, for chugging ciders and posing for me! Love you both!
See you all next week! Xox- BAM