Yesterday it poured, and this morning it looked nice out, but the weather was cool enough for sleeves. To be honest, you’ll rarely catch me without sleeves because I am always cold. Always.
This is one of my absolute favorite layering pieces; it’s a maternity jean jacket I bought when I was pregnant with J. It was one of my favorite pieces then, and 5 years later I wear it ALL THE TIME. Thank you, Old Navy. (Side note, amazing and affordable maternity clothes!).
Not sure if it’s the perfect hue of denim, or the cropped waist, but I love it. I was going for a casual look that didn’t look like I just rolled out of bed, because that’s usually the look I’m rolling with. I’m at a 2 or a 9, there’s not much in between…working on that.
I was feeling decent, because with a statement necklace you can take on the world, and I was slaying the day. The morning was going well – until I went to an appointment, there was a miscommunication and the said appointment did not occur. I ran home to get some food, but ended up eating Little Debby cakes instead. I pulled into the garage, closed the garage door, only to hear a loud noise and the see garage door had closed on my car since I didn’t pull in far enough. Lovely. So I turned to make sure there was minimal damage, and as I turned and took a step, my foot got caught in the opposite pant leg and I went flying. Screw you, flowy pants.
I hurt my knee and my pride, but thankfully I was in the privacy of my own garage. I did wonder if someone outside heard me yell out in pain, but I will never know. I took the pants off and put them in the garage sale pile.