I'm wearing linen after Labor Day!
I am rolling my eyes, but only because as long it's not snowing in large, huge amounts outside, linen is FINE. As is white.
Oh Aimee, I do so hope you are never unfortunate enough to see a gathering of archaeologists. It's... not pretty.
Hee. I'd probably just tell them that in the name of discovery and also prosperity, we should go unearth some fulture-relics at Abercrombie or Old Navy,
Because I'm procrastinating getting down to serious work today (possibly because I have so much of it--our fall interns start their orientation tomorrow), I'll share a conversation between Annabel and my MIL as we were driving back from dinner last night. It started with MIL asking Annabel if she could take one of AB's "babies" (beanie baby versions of all the Backyardigans except Austin, who was out of stock when we were in B&N) back to Oklahoma with her, and AB emphatically stating that no, they were staying with her.
MIL: Well, can I take MY baby back to Oklahoma with me? This is my baby. reaches up to pat DH on the shoulder
AB: That's not a baby. That's Daddy.
MIL: He's MY baby.
AB: No, he's Daddy.
MIL: But I want to take him back to Oklahoma with me.
AB: You already have lots of babies in Oklahoma.
MIL: But I miss MY baby.
AB: You can have a bunny baby to take to Oklahoma.
Before she went to bed she gave MIL one of her stuffed bunnies.
Awww, so cute.
(Aimee - it's hot like a very hot thing here in IL - if I had to break out wool because it's past Labor Day - I would have to kill somebody.)
That's no lady baby, that's my wife Daddy.
(It is also verra hot in MI - wear the linen, people. It breathes. It's comfy.)
What fabrics you wear should be determined by the weather outside - not the date on the calendar. IMVHO, anyway.
I am rolling my eyes, but only because as long it's not snowing in large, huge amounts outside, linen is FINE.
sure, makes sense as long as it's still hot
As is white.
them's fightin' words.
t /southerner
I pretty much lived in Osh Kosh overalls with Izod polo shirts as a toddler. The overalls because they were pretty much the only thing I would wear (I was really sensitive about clothing pulling or pinching, and anything with a defined waist was simply not going to happen), and I suspect that the Izod shirts were because my mother figured that they'd at least give a vague appearance of being dressed nicely. In pretty much any pictures of me as a toddler where I was supposed to be dressed "nicely," I'm wearing a pink Osh Kosh jumper with a pink and purple striped Izod shirt with puffy sleeves.
Little girls are the only ones who can get away with wearing dresses with pants, in my very opinionated opinion.
In other fashion news, I just bought this:
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to wear for our show next weekend at my neighborhood festival. It only really makes sense if you see what my bandmates (the girls anyway) are wearing. Bedazzled denim ahoy! It will be awful but hopefully in a hilarious and mysteriously sexy way. And, now, since Universe denies me silver converse, what shoes will I wear???
And, now, since Universe denies me silver converse, what shoes will I wear???
Mary Janes? Engineer boots? Gene Simmons platforms? Ballet flats?