|wings + shuffle...|
See, I force my poor 11 year old daughter to take these photos of me (when it's my husband, they are so bad. So very bad. And I know he's just sabotaging seeing as he's truly an artistical genius and junk) so I feel like I owe her payment of some sort. But since I'm a total tight-wad, I pay her in jigs. That's cool, right? 11 year olds like jigs, yes?
Anyway, so she took these, like, 3 hours ago and then I was all "I won't be the last person to link-up after all!" but then all that life stuff happened in between and I got all domestic-ish on this Christmas Adam and I threw (not literally) some banana bread into the oven and started the bread machine and tossed (not literally) some Rust Out into the dishwasher (file under: I hate cleaning things that are supposed to clean things). And then the baby woke up. But lo! The husband is not at work! Baby Duty O'clock, senor.
Oh yeah, we also went to Mass this morning.
Snazzy merino/rabbit sweater: Banana Republic (there's something about the 3/4 sleeves and bateau that makes my love affair with this timeless top continue even after six years. Does that sound like a line out of Lucky magazine?)
Dark skinny jeans: Apt. 9 via Kohl's
The boots, the boots, the daily-wear boots: Croft & Barrow via Kohl's
Glorious $0.99 Goodwill belt
Not one, not two, but THREE necklaces. I don't know. Without truly obnoxious earrings I had to bump things up a notch
Nota bene- don't judge me and my alternative afternoon beer-drinking lifestyle, okay? If you had an Arcadia IPA in your house, you'd be drinking it too and you know it!
Fake boot socks made out of sleeves cut from a bright green turtleneck that I was never ever ever going to wear again (high five for thrifty genius).
Happy best long weekend evah!