You are reading the words of the world’s biggest fan of stretchy pants. You may think this title belongs to you, but I promise, there is no person in the world as avid a fan of sweatpants as I.
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.
I’m as much a fan of a pretty occasion dress as anyone–if said occasion is a night dancing and teetering on sky-high heels through the streets of Miami with my husband for the weekend. But let’s not kid anyone: Those occasions are few and far between lately.
Do you think it’s some sort of survival instinct that I am looking past the (likely incredibly painful, potentially reallllly long) process of actual childbirth and planning already for the months beyond it?