this isn't goodbye. not exactly.

 shoes: unionbay brand. shorts & shirt: american eagle. bracelets: forever21.

So... [Editor's note: Methinks too many sentences/paragraphs on this blog are started with the word "so." Like we're in the middle of a conversation or something. Which, who knows, maybe we are. One long conversation about my sweet tooth and flosslessness.]

So I'm downsizing my posting on this blog. I've loved it as a creative outlet, but with the start of multiple kiddos at school, a gazillion projects, some interests elsewhere, cookies to bake for after-school snacks, roses to stop and smell, and just an overall need to simplify simplify, posting to this blog on the daily is what will have to give.

There there. Don't cry. Oh, wait...are those tears of joy? Then, by all means. Bawl away.

Thank you, lovelies, for supporting me in my not-so-serious take on style and life. I'm amazed and humbled that so many of you care what I have to say...or at least inadvertently click on my URL before you realize the mistake you've made.

Cheers. And I'll see you soon for an awesome product review of something you'll totally want.

AND and happy Wednesday.

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"mom, I found an owie for my bandaid!!" phew. I was worried.

 shoes: thrifted. shorts: gap (and, ahem, modified). shirt: american eagle. earrings: gift/handmade. makeup: NONE.

I spent all day yesterday in the throes of domesticity. Meaning I sewed together some denim squares (that my mom cut out) into quiltishness. Meaning I made dinner from scratch (bacon and eggs and toast). Meaning I transferred one load of laundry from washer to dryer (not folded yet, but still.). Meaning that when the kids and I built awesomeness out of blocks in the basement I thought about enforcing a pick-up time (but then didn't). Meaning I showered (at 3 p.m.).

Not to brag, but I think this proves that I've got the whole keep-house-and-raise-children thing down pat. Next thing you know, I'll be vacuuming the stairs and combing my girls' hair on the same day. I know, I know. Easy there, tiger. But a girl's got to have goals.

In the meantime, you'll find me honing my how-to-get-your-kid-to-take-naps skills. Which isn't as hard as some child-development experts make it seem. I've found that it merely involves: Me. Taking a nap.

Happy Thursday!

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twists and turns

Apparently there was something super interesting outside my window. Like the garbage truck.

 shoes, jeans, & slouchy tee: american eagle outfitters. striped tunic & wide belt: forever21. cardigan: don't recall. earrings: hawaii. watch: target. bracelet: burntsiena designs.

Allow me to totally geek out on you all for a minute...please? (You hesitate, probably because you're baffled as to how this would be any different from any other post on here...) So. Geek Central: I love the balance of circles-and-stripes in this outfit. Belt clasp, watch face, earrings, necklace = all circles. Tunic and the line of the sash on my head = stripes. Unexpected and maybe awesome for me here.

And I didn't even plan it, really. Which makes me think today is going to be a normal day with pops o' fabulousness. Probably dinner will taste okay tonight. My kids won't hit each other when they argue. And my sore throat won't progress into a full-fledged cold. How could I not love a day like today?

Which makes me also think that my future's looking pretty stinking bright as a psychic or fortune cookie author. "You will do great things when you take your kids to the playground and offer a crying stranger a slice of your gala apple." "You will meet someone new who has purple hair and a garage band." Sure, they're a touch specific, but that doesn't mean they won't happen...and if when they do, think how disturbing crazy-awesome that would be!!!

Happy Tuesday.

p.s. I wore my slouchy tee backwards under the tunic today. Thoughts on that little rule-breakage?

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springtime mourning...

 shoes: steve madden. maxi dress: gift. shirt: american eagle. belt & bracelet: forever21. necklace: downeast basics.

  

Some of you are in the throes of springtime. I'm super happy for you* [Editor's note: "*" = a total lie.], but I have to be frank: where I live, spring is about as close as discovering life on Mars.

Which isn't to say it won't ever happen -- didn't they find a form of water or gaseous substance that could potentially host some type of lifeform there? Or was that the moon? And what's with allsofasudden demoting Pluto from planet status to ex-planet status? I know it's old news, but still. Makes my heart hurt a little bit when I think of all the awesome 9-planet solar system mobiles I used to make in Science class, with cute little teensy tiny Pluto out in no-man's-land.

And when I say "all the mobiles," I of course mean one. I made one. I think. Plus a saweet baking-soda-vinegar exploding volcano, though, so don't think I was a Science class flunkie.

ANYway, my point is: the arrival spring in northern Utah isn't absolutely out of the question, but it sure doesn't look promising to happen in my lifetime. So. While the rest of the world flaunts their probably brightly-colored maxi dresses today (see what I'm talking about here), I wear black (accessorized only with spring-appropriate knick-knacks) and mourn the loss of a season that never will be.

Poor Spring. I bet, had she existed, she would've made quite the mark in the world. Probably would've played Varsity soccer and made a 3.8 and had her pick of of Ivy League schools. Then she would've turned them all down to follow her dream, enrolling in a small culinary school in Arkansas and buying a lime green VW beetle from which she would blast the Mamas & the Papas every morning on her way to her Yoga in the Park at Sunrise class.

Sighhh... So. Be kind. My Spring-less heart is in mourning.

Happy Tuesday.

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ode to a zigzag scarf

 shoes & shirt: american eagle outfitters. jeans: so brand. nude cami: motherhood maternity (yep. i have 3 of these, diff colors. nope, not preg.) scarf & bracelet: f21. belt: pocket's. 

Ode to a Zigzag Scarf. But Not Just Any Zigzag Scarf. MY Zigzag Scarf.

My zigzag scarf is awesome

I wear it all the time.

It turns a look that's boring

Into one that's super fine.*

(*Maybe not totally true, but I had to rhyme. Stay with me.) 

I love its zigzag pattern,

Going this way, going that.

It's long enough to hang down

To my legs...I look less fat!

The brightly colored pattern

Goes with everything, amen.

I hope it's not too weird

To call 'im Zigs, my New Best Friend.

(Except that's not exactly true

'Cuz Pocket's Number One.

On date night took me shopping,

even though he hates shopping, and bought me these jeans from my needs list and even pretended to have FUN!)

Happy Monday!

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If not Hazmat, then Heidi...

I'm feeling a little vulnerable today. But...inspired by Addie's flowers and monotone ensemble and heartened by Carson's morning hug, I'll make it through the day.

To be honest, I'm not sure what today's jumping off point was. Actually, yes I do. I planned on wearing a hazmat suit, followed by a few bullet-proof vests and gas masks. Oh, and those heat-resistant gloves like they wore on the moon. Actually, those were probably cold-resistant, weren't they? What the heck, I'll take a pair of those, too.

"???" you ask. Well, I'll tell you: it's our turn to host about 12 kids (ages 2-7) tonight, as part of a rotating Date Night we do with friends. It's super fun but almost always crazy. A girl must be prepared for anything. Oooh, which reminds me. Better throw in an oxygen tank, too.

Sadly, although that would be my dream outfit for the day, I own none of those items. Logically, I dressed like Heidi instead. Logically.

I really wanted to wear this rose scarf my mom sent me from Sweden last month, but I didn't feel like wearing anything around my neck today. I wanted to keep things interesting but simple. And, since it's so pretty by itself, I wanted to keep everything else fairly monotone. Unforch, green monotone usually = leprechaun.

[Editor's note: I wasn't REALLY going for a St. Patty's Day look, but it just sort of happened. But, since we're here, I'm hoping the little green men are watching and, to thank me for subconsciously publicizing their holiday amidst the way-more-publicized Christmas season, will ship me a pot o' gold anyway.]

So. Green. Rose scarf triangle sash belty thing. Green skirt and shirt (what I wouldn't give for one of these slips from my friend Kaity's etsy shop). Big black belt to transition and also pull together the bottom half to the top half. Purple tights because I can. And will. And did. Black boots because it's cold outside and snowed about 5 inches last night. And, of course, some bracelets. Because my looooong monkey arms felt barren. And because I felt kinda nehked with minimal other accessories (no necklace or scarf, no collar, no earrings, no hairthings, no fingernail polish, heck not even braces on my teeth), and even though I wanted to go minimal, I still felt bare.

There you have it. Feeling vulnerable today because there's not much to hide behind, 'cept a cloak-o'-not-even-matching-green. Which, come to think of it, matching might be worse...

But I'm brave. And I'm wearing what I own and smiling about it. And moving on with my kid-centered life. And yet, if worse comes to worse, anyone have a hazmat suit I could borrow?...

Happy Wednesday.