Shirt: JCrew Factory. (30% off today! use code: SPLASHYSALE) Shorts: Target. Shoes: Nordstrom. Bag: Rebecca Minkoff. Belt: Target.
I don’t really know what I was thinking with this outfit. It’s kind of formal. Not that I mind formal, I mean I’d wear a tulle skirt to church and maybe even the grocery store with probably minimal shame, but I mean it looks like I’m going to the office, or something like that, and I most definitely don’t work in an office. Although, are trouser shorts like a thing one could actually wear to work? Someone who works in a more formal office/type setting please tell me if this is a possibility. And if so, these shorts are rather magnificent despite my distaste for shorts in general and my particular legs in them. I mean, I saw them and thought… “SOFT PINK!” And then I was like, “who am I?” Because there were several years where I had literally nothing pink in my closet–I just didn’t understand the color, and now it seems to be the only thing I buy. (Don’t worry Navy, I will never quit you.)
Yesterday, I had quite the interesting day where I did lots of normal mom type stuff and life was good. Wow, that was interesting wasn’t it? But I did go to Costco. I don’t know when I converted to Costco-sim, but it was a truly magnificent day. Man, I love that place and all their bulk produce. (It’s seriously the best produce ever.) And I have this sort of weird totally unjustified pride that we live in the place where Costco was born. I mean, I shop at the Costco next to (what I think) are the headquarters. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. Costco. So the carts are rather, ahem, large. Those two seater child seats in front came in reeeaaal handy when I had three small kidlets in the nest and not at school during the day. I can tell you out of experience that you can, in fact, fit 3 children in the two-seater should that need ever arise. Anyway, the carts! They are so big, and almost taller(?) than normal carts which always seems like no big deal when I’m getting started. But food shopping for 6 human beings is crazy town and by the end of the trip, my cart is piled about as full as it can possible get, and then I’m the one pushing it. All 4’11” of me, getting a running start to push that thing around the store. Ava perched up front sneaking grapes out of the grape box before (!) we’ve paid for them. (Which, by the way I NEVER would have allowed the older three to do, and I can’t understand why). The whole scene is rather comical, and even I’m aware of that. But just in case I’m not aware of it, quite a few fellow shoppers feel the need to inform me that a. “that cart is bigger than me.” (pretty sure it’s bigger than everyone.) b.”Is that ALL for me?” (yes I’m hoarding.) and c. “You don’t look big/old enough to be her mom!” (we’ll just leave the other three I’ve got at school out of this… too long of an explanation.)
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