While the aspiring minimalist in me cringes at the potential for all the clutter that Black Friday brings, the red-blooded American consumer in me gets kinda giddy.
Happy Thanksgiving, guys! Are you somewhere between the first and eleventh course yet? Or have I caught you before your meal, while all your nieces and nephews are tearing your house to shreds and you’re furiously whipping the mashed potatoes?
I found myself asking the question out loud the other day, “How old is too old to wear a graphic tee?” I never actually came up with an answer because the truth is, no matter the answer, I’m kind of in love with them.
There are several occasions in life which force a woman to confront the inevitable and apparent fact that—despite what her inner 19-year-old brain and sometimes fashion sense is telling her—she is undeniably, objectively, and painfully.. a grown up.
Fall brings to mind a specific color palette; in my mind, I see rich browns, rusts and gold colors–all the shades you’d see on a drive through the countryside.
I’m not in the practice of patting myself on the back all too often (hello, all other moms out there too!), but may I just say, after this weekend, I think I deserve the gold medal for mothering the shit out of my kids.