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Florals and Stripes {In the Closet}
“Only you could pull off stripes and florals…”, the hubs upon seeing my outfit. My response? Smile and nod. Of course, I would never admit to him that I was having second thoughts about my choice but I didn’t have enough time to change. Pattern mixing is so far out of my comfort zone but I’m trying to broaden my sartorial horizons. This is the second time I’ve worn stripes and florals. Of the two, I think this is my favorite version. I like the mustard against the turquoise and browns. And, of course, that skirt is probably my favorite thrift store purchase ever. It goes with everything. And it’s…
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Thrift Store Chic {In the Closet}
Happy Wednesday! I hope you guys had a great Labor Day Weekend. I did, I got to see my twin sister and her family. Two days. In a row. By accident. The first trip to Nashville was on purpose, as in we fully intended to surprise her by just showing up at her front door. Which we kinda did. We ended up giving her a head’s up, ’cause, you know, driving 3 hours and then finding out she wasn’t home wouldn’t have been cool. That night as we were driving home, we realized that I had her boots and her stroller in my car, so we turned around the next…
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5 Things I’m Sorry My Kids Will Never Experience {In the Family Room}
Do you remember playing outside until the street lights came on? Or sliding down a metal sliding board at the peak of summer? Riding in the back of station wagons without the benefit of seat belts? Ahhhh, those were the good ol’ days. We were hard core. We survived! Too bad our kids will never fully understand those joys. And here’s a list of other things they may never experience: 5. Recording Songs Off the Radio ~ I remember sitting there with my finger hovering over the pause button, desperately trying to avoid the DJ’s needless chatter. Seriously, he couldn’t wait til the end of the song to crack that…
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The Big Chop {About Me}
I did it. The Big Chop. All of my hair is gone. I’m not sure if it’s liberation or panic that I feel. Probably a little bit of both. Two years ago, I started transitioning from relaxed to natural hair. It wasn’t a political statement, it was more of a I~don’t~feel~like~bending~over~that~tub~to~wash~that~stuff~out~of~my~hair kinda thing. Or call it lazy. Either way, I just didn’t want to do it anymore. So I quit. Transitioning to natural hair wasn’t a difficult process for me. Yeah, I had mixed textures and there were days when I threw on a headband and called it a day. But, for the most part, I was cool. Then I…
