Have you ever found yourself gazing into space wondering what various housewives across the country are wearing for their Sabbath celebration? Yes? Well, then, you are in the IN LUCK. Pop on over to Fine Linen and Purple to have your day made. I'll give you a start.
First I wore this:
Which is quite similar to what I wear every Sunday to Mass in the frigid cold. The skirt is wool and lined and gives me an ultra hip Catholic hijab sort of look. Worth it to be warm.
Brian: "What is that, your can-can pose?" The internet needs to see my boots, husband.
(My last attempt at a pose he dubbed "sexy librarian." NOT what I was going for. I swear I was going for precocious with a side of self-conscious.)
Sweater - Goodwill
Skirt - Hand me down from a friend (Gap)
Leggings (unshown) - Land's End gray cable warmness (sort of free since I had to make a certain amount or pay shipping and I was almost there. They were from the girls section and adding them on ended up saving me shipping which was more than the leggings so I win. Because you care.)
Boots - Hand me down fancies from my ninety six year old Grandma. Not making that up.
Same earrings, same necklace as always.
No hipster glasses. I just couldn't get with it. But my eyes did get used to them so I'm wearing them at night.
Then I wore this:
I'm killing this outfit. And by that I mean one day I thought I looked good in it so I decided I would wear it all. the. time. Tell me you do that, too?? I wear it any time I have to do anything that involves seeing people who don't share my house and I think people are starting to catch on. And I realize it's not even a great outfit. I bought the jeans in October and they are now close to rippage stage since I've been wearing them nearly every day this winter.
Jeans: Levi's from Kohl's
Boots: The other hand me downs for Grandma. You can't tell but these ones are brown. She had them in black AND brown. Because she rocks.
After nap time we risked the pathogen-laden children's play "museum" for our return to Sunday Funday. The boys played while I prayed that by some act of divine intervention we would remain unscathed by the germs. God help us if we get sick again any time soon.
Home again to dinner, reading, kiddos in bed, and I am beginning to hear the Dowager Countess calling my name. I bet she's got some awesome boots.