I was thinking the other day about just how much I end up squinting in my photos. I swear, you guys, I do have eyes! But they’re very sensitive to light (wah wah) and when it’s sunny here, it’s capital-S sunny, which all adds up to the very finest Squinty Blue Steel. (Also, I would like to point out that I’m not purposefully trying to give Jon Hamm a run for his money in these pants. I have no idea what’s happening here, but I don’t approve. It may be time to retire these pants to strictly playground duty.)

I still hate my trench, and I still can’t stop wearing it. Mary, Mary, quite contrary – hey, look at that!

Pretties!

I love spring summer our indeterminate-warm-weather-season. It’s probably going to snow tomorrow.

I really don’t have much to say about the outfit. This J. Crew dress is still awesome. I still love my Barbie purse. The sky is blue, water is wet, etc.

Let’s talk about my Winners adventures instead. Because this happened:

Hahahahaha … hang on … bwahahahaha!

So, being a SAHM is a bit like living a particularly mundane Groundhog Day-type scenario. You have to get your kicks whenever – and however – you can. Sometimes, I get mine trying on ridiculous things; what can I say, my threshold for amusement is pretty low these days. Winners can usually be counted on for at least a few laughs (and the occasional phenomenal find), and this jumpsuit did not disappoint. My mom thought it didn’t look bad … until I told her it wasn’t intended to be an adult onesie pyjama. She then asked where one might wear something like it in public, and proceeded to be mystified by my suggestions. To be fair, if I wore this grocery-shopping, hers would probably not be the only look of befuddlement I would encounter.

The back view was horrific. I’m letting you see it because some day, when you’re having a particularly awful afternoon, you will think back to this and have a good chuckle, and I care about you enough to anticipate that eventuality and do my part to cheer you up. You’re welcome.

I thought about buying the jumpsuit just to punk my husband, but at $50, it was too expensive a joke for my budget.

If money was no object, though, I would have had to buy these as well:

They were actually cute, and a gorgeous colour too, but – holy Manolo! They were excruciating. Like, instrument-of-torture painful. This shot gives a better idea of it, minus the tendon-breaking heel/instep aspect.

But only $115 for anyone interested in breaking their ankle(s) in a stylish way.

Behold: the finest in potato sack couture! But seriously, you guys – I love this dress. Like, marriage-material kind of love. Even though it makes me look like … well, a sack of potatoes. I’m not even gonna apologize for loving it. I love it that much. And it cost 14 whole dollars, which is a ridiculously low price to put on true love, but never change Old Navy, because in addition to run-on sentences I also love a cheap find.

So. Much. Love. You guys.

Blergh!

Ok, so all that aside, this is barely an outfit. Don’t hate me, ok? It was a warm afternoon, and this dress beckoned, and then my new Gap Outlet sandals winked at me, and I just had to put this on and call it done. And I know I’m going to do it again, because I basically want to live in this dress all summer long.