Coat: H&M via thredUP
Hat: Krogers, not kidding
I am really inspired and excited about Jenny's new undertaking, (especially for when these hazy, nauseous, first trimester days are done) but even during these days I'm glad to have the reminder from a good blogging friend to give some attention to myself. So what if I am showering and putting my makeup on to go and lay down on the couch for another hour? I feel damn good about myself while I'm laying there. This is definitely a "bare minimum" season of life with workouts being non existent, yoga pants being the daily uniform, and my hair going from wet to bun and wet to bun again, it's just the way it has to be right now. On a really good day I will take a curling iron to my hair and hide away in another room to read some of a book, but for the most part I am absolutely just trying to survive.
Which is all an explanation for why on earth I wore a house dress to Mass. I tried to call it a "tunic" to Mike who responded that it was pretty much just a mumu but stretchier. Touche. Whatever, the folks at Old Navy called it a tunic, and so even though I lounged in it all day and had multiple food stains on the side of it, tunic+scarf+hefty snow boots it was. I told myself that the jacket dressed it up enough, but I think all it did was hide the food stains- whatev, survival is survival. And obviously my hair did not see the light of the curling iron for the vigil either, but hey, I'm smiling in the pictures! So we're happy and dressed and I'm trying to drink more water. Sooo win!
Happy Sunday and hit up FLAP for more!