I realize that at its core, this outfit is basically the same thing as yesterday’s outfit — you know, animal-print beigey and black shirt, plaid wool pleated skirt — but the thing is… I don’t really care. Because if we’re being honest, I’ve been awake since 5:26am, I don’t actually remember the last time I showered, we watched the last half of Lilo and Stitch before 8:30am, I’m on my third cup of coffee today, I’m wearing clashing jewelry (silver earrings, gold brooch), and I’m currently feeding my child snacks off the floor while I blog.
Mom life, you guys. At its finest. Besides which, I am really addicted to skirts like this; this is one of three I own that are practically identical aside from color scheme. I don’t know that I’ve ever worn this one, due to being pregnant last fall and winter, and I think I bought it sometime right before I knew I was pregnant. Days like this are the one where I want to curl up with a book all day, uninterrupted, in fluffy pajamas with a perfect cup of coffee, and do absolutely nothing. But, you know, I have a baby to take care of and those days are pretty much gone. Not that I really mind; I love being a mother. There are just those days. Everyone has them. Speaking of books, though, I currently have five in my house that I need to read in five weeks (I thought I would have six books, but no… I’m bad at counting.) This morning, despite already being 1/4 of the way into two books, I opened up The Fault in our Stars.
And since we’re already being honest in this post, I’m just going to come out and say it: I love John Green, but I already don’t like the book. And I’m not even through the first chapter. I’ll save a full review for when I finish it, because there’s every possibility that it will grow on me, but… I don’t know, you guys. It’s just so… depressed annoyed teenager. I don’t really like Hazel’s narration much. But hey, I am not and never was an annoyed-with-life, cancer-ridden teen, so I can’t really relate to that whole rebellious phase. I didn’t have one. Anyway! I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt and hope that I like it by the end, but I’m just warning you, if you’re looking forward to my reviewing that book, don’t be surprised if my view isn’t adoring. Is it just me that finds some humor in wearing a bird brooch with a cat shirt and earrings? If I had something dog or mouse, I would have worn that, too. I would have loved a good cat-and-mouse pun in my clothing, but this was the best I could do.
Vintage skirt | thrifted shirt, belt, and brooch | JC Penney boots | grandma’s scarf | mom-made hat | H&M earrings
And that is all my tired mom brain has for you today! Asa and I are going to cuddle, watch a Disney movie, and take a nap.(Okay, he’s going to take a nap. I’m going to read.)