It’s no secret that the Bigness of Motherhood is something I ponder. Like, a lot. Like most new-ish moms, motherhood has thrown me for a loop in both the best and the hardest ways.
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.