denim: the great neutralizer

 shoes: steve madden. skirt: vintage. shirt & cardigan: gap. necklace: gift.

Happy Leap Day! My friend's daughter turns "2" today (actually 8, but she's a Leap Day baby, and I like to tell jokes that never get old). Other than that little tidbit, though, it's just a regular day around here, full of muddy paw prints on the wood floor and justifications of chocolate cake for breakfast. Y'know, the usual.

I realized after I got dressed here that nothing I'm wearing really matches. I mean, sure, the denim skirt is a gimme, as are the neutral bootie heels, but my top half is crazy-random. We've got some mustard, red, and blue in the shirt, some pastel lemonade-pink and mint-green in the cardigan, and a full-on salmony coral necklace.

Here's one thing I've learned about meself in the past month: I'm pretty lazy about some things lately. Like retyping the word "meself" into "myself" (nope). Or doing my social duty and changing my clothes to, if not look great, at least make some sort of sense (uh-uh).

So today there's just meh-ness to my madness. But it's still a good day because I got my highly recommended Poppy King (J.Crew) lipstick the other day, and I can't stop wearing it. It's like a fire-alarm wake-up-call to my face. And, really, aren't we all going for that?...Guys?...aren't we?...ah crap...

Happy Leap-Day Wednesday.

similar stuff (maternity & regular):

More Steve Madden...

knee-length dress no matter where the belt's placed

I'm on the fence about wearing a belt at this stage in the pregnancy game.

 I've long since jumped a different fence and have run waddled a mile up the nearby hill, though, about turquoise jewelry. Love it. Amen.

boots: kohl's. slip: a slip shop. linen dress: paris, france. cardigan: j.crew. belt & necklace: forever21.

I know. My hair here is, like, 2 generational inches shy of beehivehood. All I can think about when I see these photos is that one Seinfeld episode where the lady physical therapist has "old-fashioned" hair, and everyone makes fun of it except Kramer, who totally encourages her to keep it that way. I think I might be that girl, 'cept without the medical training. Or Kramer.

I learned that heeled shoes aren't that fun to wear for 4 hours when one's body is off-balance. But what IS fun is hiding some snags in the knees of one's tights with an exposed slip. It's like a little game with the universe in which, at any given moment, you're totally winning. Which, in turn, is comparable to eating the en.ti.re. box of chocolates in one sitting so that you won't be tempted by them later. Hah! Joke's on you, Cosmos.

Happy Wednesday.

p.s. For those of you tired of and/or unable to relate to a maternity-centered style blog, I promise I will post soon about some projects I'm working on. In the meantime...belly's up.

similar linen-ish stuff (maternity and regular):

More Gap...

a blazer and a baby bump

 dress: motherhood maternity. blazer: thrifted. bracelets: forever21. flower pin: downeast basics. shoes: candie's brand, I think .

Hey friends. I know, I know. What the random outfit post 100 years later? What can I say, I like to keep things interesting. And also, I'm lazy and 6 months pregnant. "Unpredictability" is my new middle name. Hyphenated with "hormonal." And "hungry." Good thing I don't write checks anymore...the people behind me in line would HATE me and the 10-minute wait while I just signed the dang thing.

Anyways. Yeah, I'm going to start posting again. Sometimes it'll be on what I wear (heaven help us all, with this belly of mine). Sometimes it'll be on what I'm doing with my kids. Sometimes it'll be on house projects. Sometimes it'll be on absolutely nothing you can or want to relate to. 

I guess what I'm saying is, I'm going to make my own blogging rules. Which could get a little scary, considering I have a "rule" about not eating ice cream after 11 p.m., and you can all imagine how well that's adhered to. (In my defense: it's almost always mint ice cream, which is basically the same as brushing my teeth. So it's not altogether a terrible deed, right guys?... Guys?...)

Anyways. Thanks for hanging with me. Happy Sunday.

Similar stuff:

More A Pea in the Pod...