Ah, there's nothing like waking up on your first day back at work and remembering that you're a fashion blogger. Crap. At 6:22 I picked out an actual outfit--or at least a clean sweater--but I had, quite literally, spilled coffee on it by 6:30am. (I know that sounds like a cliché but it's actually TRUE--ask my husband. Oh, and it turns out that according to him you're not supposed to use other people's bath towels to clean coffee off your sweater EVEN in an emergency, so note to self on that one.) So I changed clothes and then the 2 year-old woke up and it was time to start his routine and the big boys needed to find hats, backpacks, and jackets and there was ice on the car and I couldn't find the Odyssey book I'm teaching, so needless to say, it wasn't a good day for the boots' debut.
The only thing awesome about what I actually wound up wearing today are my pants. I call them my "jeanspants" because they are like trousers made out of jeans material. Perfect for every occasion, no?
The only thing awesome about what I actually wound up wearing today are my pants. I call them my "jeanspants" because they are like trousers made out of jeans material. Perfect for every occasion, no?