NOT just another manic Monday...

It's time you all know the truth. Ready? Here goes: I'm kind of an imposter in the style-blogging sphere.

Wait, you all knew that already? Oh. Makes this conversation a little, ah, awkward, doesn't it. And anticlimatic.

But, you guys, here's the thing: I love to write. I recognize that I'm not particularly good at it, but I love to anyway... which is why I started this little blog in the first place. I needed an outlet where perfect strangers could come, drink their beverage of choice while sitting comfortably at their laptops in their bathrobes, and read my words. (Man, it sounds super narcissistic when I put it that way... I certainly don't mean it to.) Basically, I needed feedback on my writing, some kind of connection through the written word, from people who didn't know me, who hadn't heard my "real-life" voice, who really had nothing to win or lose by hopping onto this blog.

Many fine individuals figured my style--both writing- and clothing-wise--was not for them. Which was not surprising to me. What amazed me, though (and continues to amaze me) is that hundreds, even thousands, of you have kept coming back. I can't thank you enough, nor can I quite describe the boost this fact has given me to approach, at a snail's pace, some other pursuits... which coincidentally may or may not include smooshing large quantities of peanut m&ms into my mouth at one time with minimal chocolate drool.

Harder than it looks, people.

What I'm trying to say is: this blog was a perfect creative fit for me over the last year-plus. I've loved reading your comments and getting to know you and laughing with you. However, ever since becoming pregnant with this baby, things have changed for me. (No kidding, you're thinking. That's what gaining 30 pounds'll do to you...) There are more demands on my time, less motivation to blog about what I'm wearing, more reasons to do other things. For many reasons, my heart's just not in it anymore.

So, for A Day in the Life Too..., this is goodbye. Probably one of the most long-winded, awkward goodbyes ever written, but goodbye nonetheless. It seems trite to even write this, but I just have to say: thank you to you all, I appreciate you guys more than I can say, and I sincerely wish you well... in style, in blogging, in parenting, in life.

[Editor's note: Visit me here from here on out if you'd like.]

I leave you with some impeccable French: aw-vwah. Because, as you know by now, I'm just sophisticated like that.

xoxo, Brittney

post is not in 3D. you're welcs.

boots: target. jeans: old navy (on loan). sweater: motherhood maternity. earrings: gift from here.

Take a good look, friends. Or don't. But these items were banished to the laundry room after my very sick little chickie of a toddler threw up all over me in the bathroom at InstaCare.

Pity me. Please. Then pity yourselves because you're seeing me in, yet again, the same 3 articles of clothing every time I do an outfit post. In fact, I've probably already posted this exact get-up already. Awesome. But here's the thing: my go-to outfits are not glamorous, they're not mind-bendingly inspiring, they're not particularly clever, they're probably not even be clean. (Wanna still be friends? No? Understandable...) Still, they're my bread-and-butter as a comfort-seeking pregnant mom.

(Mmmmm. Butter...)

I love wearing stuff that makes me feel pretty and feminine. But I also love wearing stuff that aids in, rather than competes with, the functions of my life. Like laundry and dishes and dusting (wait, that's a lie. I never dust.) and the occasional throw-up of a little girl who, at the moment, needs her mom's comfy lap and love more than her wearing of pretty heels and lace.

So. What do we all learn from this? Wear stuff that's vomit-proof. The end.

Happy Friday.

HomeStyle: Kids Art & Decorative Tape

Random thought: Is there anything you'd rather hear LESS than someone saying, "Bless your heart"? Such a nice-sounding phrase...and yet, so potentially cutting to the core.

Ahem.

If I'm being honest with you all, today's post is the antithesis of a must-read, so I'll be brief. Have you ever had a collection of random "artwork" (I use the term very loosely, as you'll soon see) that you feel like you need to display but can't quite justify the nail-holes required to hang all the frames? Plus you don't even have enough frames so you'd need to buy more but aren't even sure if you want to? So instead of solving the problem you go eat the last piece of chocolate cake with a big glass of milk?

Bingo. Totally me.

Fortunately, I've seen a new (to me) trend in the cyberwaves involving obvious taping-up of stuff, particularly in kids' spaces. I thought this the perfect solution to my dilemma. Got some cute turquoise tape from Michael's:

(p.s. I'm dying at the Martha Stewart line lately at Michael's and, randomly, Home Depot, where I spied among other things a great sunburst mirror, and for just $35! Can't find it online or I'd link it up.)

Anyway. I'm trying to think of a way to make this "project" sound better than it actually is. Can't. I used the tape to put up a bunch of paper on the nursery wall. Like this cuteness from my 5-year-old Layla:

And a pretty watercolor we've had for a while:

There's way too much stuff here right now (remember how I said I had a hard time editing when it comes to home decor? Bingo), but I just put it all up and will live with it for a while until I figure out where, exactly, I want to go with this wall. 



I'm more of the do-stuff-then-figure-it-out decorator. Which sometimes gets me into trouble but sometimes results in a major turquoise-tape-induced-adrenaline-rush. Regardless of the wall's obvious overcrowding, do you like the tape idea, or are you more of a traditional frame girl? Either way...bless your little heart.

Happy Thursday.