Remember how I used to post clothes and bags and shoes and bags I liked? Ha! Gone are those days. I can't remember the last time I've been to a clothing store for myself and not the kids. But to be fair, I do remember the last clothing item I ordered myself online. $12 Bermuda shorts on sale at j.crew last summer.
And lets face it, these days me dressing up (aside from business casual at work) is putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Yes, if I put on a pair of jeans instead of yoga pants, I'm considering myself dressed for the day. Hello, Rachel, this is motherhood.
Maybe the reason why I don't dress up (other than just not feeling it...how do I get back in the groove of wanting to dress us?) is because I sit next to GMac for meals and he cannot make it through a meal without grabbing my arm and rubbing food on me in the process.
All that to say, this post is not a Fashion Friday post. It's a regular post.
I'm very slightly expanding my reading horizons. I just finished It Ends With Us, a novel about domestic violence. I did not realize that was the theme until halfway through when I read the authors note in the back (despite her note saying "don't read this, it has spoilers"). Now I'm working on my first young adult book, Finding Audrey (only because I love Sophie Kinsella).
If you take nothing else from this post, and you won't because there's nothing here, take this article. Now I want to go to England and read English chick-lit.
I love March Madness. I haven't watched a single regular season game this year and I blame that on the move, Ohio State being very bad, and the Indians in the World Series (it takes a while to care about other sports after that). I'm currently beating C in our intra-family (his words) bracket challenge. There is nothing on the line but I'm beginning to wish I bet a third child. Except I never win.
Happy weekend, Friends!