I was so proud of myself yesterday when I got ready for church. I did something my mom would never have let me do... I wore vertical AND horizontal stripes at the SAME time. It was a super silly thing to be so elated over, but I felt like it was quite the break through. I failed to get a picture (probably on behalf of my bad hair day... it always takes me a week or so to get used to a new do) but I'll describe it. My skirt was black with vertical pinstripes. They were subtle, but still there, wink, wink. My top was a 3/4 sleeve gray sweater with thin, red, horizontal stripes. Like I said before, it was such a silly thing to be proud of but I love getting outside the box. And I can't forget... I wore my super high black peep toe heels. Colby's favorite of all my shoes- surprising but true.
Now for the part that makes me frown a little. Later in the day I wore the same jeans I wore all through my first pregnancy. I don't know which is worse; the fact that I wore my "pregnant pants" or the fact that I refused to wear maternity pants the first time around and bought the lowest cut, stretchiest pair of jeans I could find. (Side note: During my second pregnancy I found my love for maternity pants. The ones that have the elastic that come all the way up to your bra... and I still think about wearing them on a daily basis.)
Now Happy Monday everybody.
In about an hour I'll be hanging out with my baby sister watching the season finale
of the stupidest, most addicting show in the world, Pretty Little Liars.