Day 9 Started out Fine

I won't say that this is my favorite outfit so far, but it was different and it was kinda interesting. I'm wearing a green, collared pull-over blouse from NY&Co (several years old - like 5, I think?) and my ever-present jeans. I considered wearing the sparkly green necklace from last Friday (LOVE that necklace) but thought it would be too similar to what I wore on Friday, so I went a different direction. I pulled out this hand-painted, silk scarf my grandmother gave me a million years ago. (Seriously. I think it's been in this box for more than half my life. I like it, but what does a 13 or 14 year old do w/ a silk scarf? Especially one with stick-figure people on it?) and tied it at the V so it was kind of like a necklace/kind of like trim around the neckline. It was cute. To mix it up further - and to give a nod to my childhood roots - I put my hair in a low pony tail, loosened it slightly to soften it about my face and added a scrunchie to the pony tail holder (scrunchies never stayed in my hair without help - ever) I added my heart locket and some silver, gold and green earrings and voila! A look is born.

I even went out in this outfit! I loaded up the kids and took them up to my dad's shop where we hung out w/ my dad's manager and my dad for a couple of hours. Unfortunately, I forgot to put on breast pads when I got dressed and just before I fed the baby, I noticed a mildly wet spot on my blouse. I thought I might be able to cover it up w/ the scarf, but then when I fed him, I began to leak much more profusely. I had 2 targets on my chest by the time the baby was done eating and... sigh. I'm telling you - mothers of babies are not meant for 30 for 30 challenges. I had to grab whatever shirt I could find from my pile of dry cleaning that was waiting for me (my dad owns dry cleaners - so I was actually at the cleaners when I stained my clothes) and give my blouse (dry cleaning recommended, of course) to my dad to fix, but it was too late to save it for today, as they were long done cleaning and pressing by this time. Ah well.

Mondays are always hard for pictures, so you get my crazy bits and pieces today.

Day 8 Monday, Sunday

I wore my 30 for 30 clothes yesterday, but the outfit was lackluster. Seeing as the furthest I ventured from my house was the grocery store and that I'd had very little sleep the night before, that I even put forth the effort was commendable. But I didn't take a picture. Does it count? I'm gonna say it does, since I stuck to the rules.

I wore my black v-neck tee (Target - this season!) and jeans and added a long necklace w/ pink clustered crystals. It was obtained from my mom's house, but this was piece of jewelry that she and I shared eons ago and I don't remember who it actually belonged to, only that I left it behind (on purpose, thinking I'd never wear it again) when I moved out. I confess that I threw on my Birkenstocks to go to the grocery store (as predicted - they were part of my 30 for 30 since I knew I would cave. But I think it's the first time I've worn them in public all week, so that's something)

I'm struggling w/ this challenge already - not because I can't come up w/ different combinations, but because they don't work with my life. I abhor tucking things in because A) I have to untuck every 2 hours to feed Little Man and B) I'm still trying to lose weight and tucking in a shirt and then taking a picture of myself makes me realize just how fat I really am right now.

We had a good day around the house, despite the rough night before and the kids not feeling 100% (Fuss had some tummy upset and a mild fever while she was out w/ her aunts the day before. I will sum all of that up by complaining that my sisters-in-law bought and gave my toddler medicine (acetaminophen) without so much as calling to ask me if that was okay. I even talked to my one SIL for a minute or 2 after Fuss had thrown up twice and was not told that that had happened. I don't know that I would have had them do any different, but I feel that I should be informed and consulted when my child shows signs of being ill while in their care. Is that too much to ask?)

Day 7 - a day with my men

My 2 local SILs took Fuss for the day so I spent my day w/ my men. It was quite cool in the morning (even Daddy Fuss wore long sleeves, though I imagine that was to please me more than because he was cold) so I put on my long sleeved tan collared shirt and jeans and found a pretty necklace (also borrowed from my mom) that promoted "Courage" and "Hope" (appropriate for the week of Veterans Day, right?) and my outfit was born. We went down to the city where I used to work, had breakfast at a New Orleans-inspired cafe (beignets! Cafe Au Lait! - actually, I had a Mochachinno - delish!) and he took some pictures of me by the waterfront. These are my favorite pics so far, so yay! for nice pictures.

We came home and worked around the house - we're painting the outside of the house (and by "we" I mean my husband. I did some taping of the trim, but mostly, I sat outside with a pen and paper and we Christmas-planned while he painted. He was okay with that - just liked being together - so it was actually fun. I changed into "work clothes" for that, though, which included a paint shirt and old shorts, but I kept on my cute argyle knee socks.


I ended up talking my husband into convincing his mom to babysit Little Man and I was going to try and come up with a nicer/fancy outfit even though we were just going out the beach for sushi, but the outfit worked and it was weather appropriate, so I just stuck with it.