I have been in a slump these last couple of days. I told you I struggle in the wintertime, remember? This past week has been so gloomy and sad outside with all of the fog and drizzle and wind (where did that even come from?). Yuck. All of the things that I hate about this time of year just kind of balled up and got the best of me. The hubs has also been sick with a cold, and he's been on a rough rotation where he's on call every couple of days, so he hasn't been around much. And when he was around-- bless his heart-- he was just hacking away like a dang walrus. I swear it must be a rite of passage or something because they all do this. They get a cold and act like they have some kind of terminal illness... but that's a story for another day.
Today I was not feeling it. So I went for comfort rather than looks. I am obsessed with this pullover. Wearing it makes me feel like I'm wearing the fuzziest blanket in the world. I think this is what all of the college sorority girls must be wearing because I got carded buying NyQuil... so they must have mistaken me for a college girl. But if this isn't a thing right now, it should be. Because everyone deserves to feel like they're wrapped up in a blanket. And I don't care what anyone says, if loving Uggs is wrong, then I don't want to be right. #ugglife
If you, dear reader, are one of the ones that gets a kick out of me attempting to be a fashion blogger, then today is your lucky day! Second outfit post in one week. You're welcome. To some, this may not seem like a big deal; but for a SAHM with a 2.5year old and a 16month old, me taking the time to put a little oomph into my appearance and deviate from my basic momiform is quite a feat, in my humble opinion.
I guess I was about due for something to go my way, so I'll just start by saying that I killed it today. Totally made today my betch. I got so many little things done today, and I did it all while the hubs was taking call at the hospital (read: unavailable from 5:30-9...aka all the hours in which these little
heathens toddlers are awake).
If you had told me three years ago that I would be wearing white denim after Labor Day, I would have laughed in your face. Wearing white after Labor Day goes against everything we learned in Southern Style 101. It was practically beaten into my head growing up. But I've got good news for all of you rebels out there.