What I Wore: Sunday Funday
Clearly, grandma’s couch had antecedents in my closet; this thrifted skirt is its country-bumpkin cousin. Grandma’s rocking chair? Joking aside, I loved this skirt. But, guys, the love has run its course; we are consciously uncoupling. Well, consciously on my part; I cannot speak to its state of awareness. I can speak to its antipathy for my post-baby hips. So off it goes into next year’s clothing swap pile. Don’t y’all rush to get in line for it! (I know. That GOOP-y joke was funny for about 30 seconds, 2 weeks ago. When I wrote this post. We’re still friends, right?)
Something else I’ve given up on is mastery of the sock bun. Instead, I’ve decided to attempt something more in line with my actual skills. Behold, the bird’s nest:
Life’s so much easier with lowered expectations.