This is a shirt I thrifted from my mother's closet when home for a recent visit. When asked where she got it, she replied, "I don't know, I think grandma gave it to me." Well, grandma has good taste, because she says that a lot when I ask her about her clothes. Everything about this shirt is anti-me: the pink, the fit, the length.. but I've been obsessed with plaid lately and somehow pink struck my heart after giving birth to a daughter. Ewww. I think I own maybe 3 or 4 shirts with pink in them now.
|Today's photos are taken in our bedroom where the carpet is stained and you can't see our crap. It was dark by the time we took photos.|
|kids' name necklace: etsy|
|Cole and Stella: I never take this off.|
Back to this shirt. I can't decide if I like it or how to wear it, because tucked in it was a wicked mess. Belted with skinny jeans and boots, it looked frumpy. Jeans with a plaid button-down is a very classic look, which has always been good for me since I try to keep my fashion eye toward simple, elegant, classic with an edge. (That's what happens when you're the size of a sixth grader.) This outfit has zero edge. It's just something I pulled out of my closet this morning; it was raining so we didn't go outside today except to check the mail, and I wasn't even wearing shoes. For the photos, I paired it with the preppiest shoes I own and a simple spring clutch since it feels like spring outside. With two kids, I could never really use this bag for anything except a date night because, A) nothing fits into it, and B) there would be an automatic stain somehow, some way.