We all know we live in a consumer society. When we need something we go to the shop. So while out doing the groceries, Baby Girl turned to me and asked, “Mama, where you go buy me?”
I answered, “To the best store ever.”
I patted myself on the back for that quick thinking.
When your kid’s throwing a huge tantrum, or just plain being demanding, when you haven’t slept, or eaten because you’ve been running ragged, and when they’ve fallen *or whatever* despite being told four dozen times not to do it or “You’ll hurt yourself,” that’s when you pick them up and hope that it makes them quiet for a moment.
And that’s when they dose you. Don’t be fooled. It’s not an accident, and it’s not coincidental. I’m firmly convinced that my kid knows exactly when to release that smell. The one on the top of their heads. You know the one I’m talking about. The one that sends you into perfect relaxation and bliss. The one that makes you love them and feel like being with them is Nirvana. I don’t know what the technical term for it is, but I like to think of it as “Mommy crack.”
She’s got it down to a fine art. She’s got it timed. She knows exactly when her Mama needs her next fix so as to not go completely off the rails. She’s my drug dealer, and she’s also the supply. So I can’t cut out the middleman in this.
The drug is the middle man.
Toronto is in full swing with the Pride parade. Toronto is awash with rainbow colors and the celebratory mood of acceptance. How great that we should also be marking our nation’s birth? This mosaic, mish mash country is fabulous. Let’s let our inner patriot come out and raise a glass to Canada.
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…a dress and cardigan. Throw in a pair of boots like I have and the result is a veritable cliche of dressing. But you know my thoughts on a cliche? It’s there for a reason. This sartorial cliche exists because those things fit together. I love this trifecta of clothing, and I’m not giving it up no matter how cliche that is. ‘Cause I’m no quiter *sorry, to throw in an actual cliche somewhere*
p.s. I’m downright giddy that I can wear dresses and boots without tights right now.
Sweater- hand me down // Top – Joe Fresh // Skirt – Ruche altered by me // Tights – HUE // Boots – Feet First // Bag – Ruche // Necklace – c/o Scarlet Samples
I’m working in an office part time now, so you may see a bit more office wear from me. But here’s the caveat, it’s office wear from me; so, no stodgy blazers and cardigan sets. I like how office wear has become loosened and become more creative. Yes, with 20 minutes to get ready I put together this fun office appropriate number. I loved that I was the only one in the elevator wearing color and red no less! It made me smile, and there’s no better way to start your day than with a big grin.
The ever lovely Amanda from Royal Daughter Designs tweeted:
So naturally I tweeted back, “Challenge Accepted!!!” *because I really consider myself the Barney Stinson of fashion* That’s the reasoning behind this stunning outfit you see here, and I am linking up for WIWW with it, and if you’re visiting from there, now you know the story behind this super chic look. *sarcasm fully intended*
But as I took on this self-thrown down gauntlet, and as I’ve been reflecting on the last year, I think 2013 is the year of “Challenge Accepted!” At least I’m going to try my darnedest to have the attitude of nothing being impossible and nothing being off the table. This year, to paraphrase a friend, I’m doin’ things my way. This year I’m not going to back down. Chal-lenge Accepted!!
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