CONTACT ME
Email: brittneynsmart[at]yahoo[dot]com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/ADayinLifeToo
Feel free to email me with any questions, comments, sponsorships, guest post requests, giveaways, product reviews, or whatever your heart desires. 'Cept spam and junkmail. Because that's lame.
ABOUT ME
I'm my three kids' mother: a 6-year-old boy and two girls (4 and 2). They, and my stellar husband Paul (aka "Pocket"), are my life. We have a boxer puppy named Charlie. We have a white couch. We try to keep those two from meeting each other.
I'm a Mormon.
I have a BS degree in English, specifically Professional & Technical Writing. Basically, I paid a university lots of money, and in turn, the degree that has my name printed on it qualifies me to overuse "..." and other punctuation. I'm happy with the tradeoff.
I like to do crazy stuff like reupholster furniture, write grants, and run marathons. What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment. And for chocolate chip pumpkin bread.
Ummm...anything I'm forgetting? Nope. Don't think so. Sad to say, my life has been pretty much summed up in these, what, 8 sentences. But feel free to fill in all the white space with joy and laughter to the furthest reaches of your imagination. Because I'm just a lucky girl who has a pretty stinking great life.
Happy today!
THIS BLOG: A GRAPHIC BIRTHING STORY
My fashion philosophy is oh-so-deep and awesome and goes a little something like this:
Wear what you own...and own what you wear.
[Editor's note: I'll pause for the inevitable stunned-outta-your-socks silence... Aaaaaannnd....break. Ready? Composed? Let's continue.]
[Editor's note: Oooh, wait, beFORE we continue, I'd like to say: You'll find that I'm a huge fan of using "..." punctuation. Why? Because it simulates the perfect conversational pause, but in writing. I LOVE stuff like that!] [Hellooooo, English degree.]
(Ahem.) But that's not why you called.
Why DID you call, anyway?
If you're looking for a catablog (spontaneous mix of catalogue and blog) of the newest designer trends and one-of-a-kind fashion pieces that you can run -- not walk -- out and buy with your millions of shiny dollars, this isn't the blog for you.
Still here? Okay.
If you're looking for runway-ready ensembles that you can, after donning your 8-inch platform heels, hustle out and claim with the 14 tons of of golden nuggets you've been saving under your mattress for a rainy day, this isn't the blog for you. (But it begs the question, why are you sleeping atop lumpy golden nuggets?)
STILL still here? Okay.
BUT. If you own some clothes (check) and few odds and ends of accessories (check) and various pairs of shoes/boots (check) and some underwear (check, although this one really won't be discussed much. Just making sure), AND if you've been staring at virtually the same closet makeup for the last...well, too long, but you have a clothing budget that could, frankly, be carried off in the night by not two but one mouse, and a small mouse at that, then this IS the blog for you.
[Editor's note: Or, if you just want to see some amateur attempting to strike casually-natural-but-really-who-in-real-life-ever-stands-like-that poses, then pop yourself some corn, curl up on the couch with your laptop, and enjoy the photographic schmorgasboard of evidence of just such an amateur before you.]
I'm first and foremost a mom. Wait, no, that's not right. FIRST I was a wife, and I continue to be that whilst also NOW being a mom of three pretty great kiddos. My body changed after each kid, and I found it easier to live in frumpy-dump-ville. My excuse was always, "I don't want to wear my nice stuff, because of, y'know, the kids and all." And I'd "save" pretty much all my clothes for a "special occasion." (Sadly, I don't own that nice of stuff overall. Certainly not much to lock in a vault over here.)
Fast forward a few years. What do you find? A mom who wears the same tired, baggy jeans and hoodies 6 out of 7 days of the week. With a closet-full of clothes. With a husband who deserves more than a ball-o-terry-cloth for a wife. (NOT that terry cloth is innately bad, mind you. Just, you know, a time and place for everything...) What-used-to-be-creativity doing cartwheels in my brain was replaced by...I dunno. Thoughts about cake? Those chocolate-wafer-cigar things? Who knows. Boring stuff. Like brown construction paper and how annoying are the opening credits of disney's Snow White.
My point is (I'm getting there, people...I swear) that I found lots of excuses for my laziness in my appearance: body changes, no time, no money, no "occasion," no need. So I decided to change and dress more appropriately, more fashionably, and more confidently. And, to reconstruct my personal fashion sense, I'd start with the clothes ALREADY in my closet.
Ultimately, this daily-outfit blog is dedicated to each of us in our quest to be content with what we have. To create something new and fresh out of something old and tired. To make the "everyday" something beautiful and worthwhile. To wear what we own...and own what we wear.
