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Ladylike
Right now, I am reading two books set in a Victorian-ish era– Behind the Shattered Glass, and Mansfield Park and Mummies. And then I’ve got four books waiting for me at the library, of varying eras. You guys. Four books. All in all, that’s six books to read in five weeks. I didn’t really expect a few of the books I put on hold to actually come in so fast, but… here they all are! So you can expect a few book reviews/inspired outfits, because… books. So many of them. I used to read all the time, and write all the time, but then all of the sudden I got too…
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When Love is Not a Dream
When my husband and I kissed for the first time, it brought about the sole largest crisis of our relationship. In my case, anyway. Growing up in a more conservative family as a romantic, day-dreaming girl, I had always imagined and vowed that my first kiss would be on my wedding day. As a young woman who read many novels and watched many Austen/Bronte films, I imagined that kissing was a tender, wonderful, breathtaking thing. So, I thought, we would wait through however long it took to date and be engaged, and our first kiss would be incredibly special, a sign of our new life together, almost magical in its…
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Book Review/Inspired Outfit: The Town That Forgot How To Breathe
And we’re back with the book review/inspired outfit posts (or sometimes, movie review) that I had been meaning to continue back when I first started them! Today I’ll be talking about The Town that Forgot How to Breathe, by Kenneth J. Harvey. I was drawn to this book solely for its cover, which you can see is pretty striking, and when I read the synopsis it only further sparked my interest. I’ve just finished reading it, so with the story fresh in my mind, let’s delve into what I thought. First, the synopsis, found on the inside of the book jacket: “Something strange is happening in the seaside town of…
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Feeling like a not-so-super mom
I think there always comes a time in any new mom’s life where she feels her first real pang of guilt over something she does as a mother that really isn’t her fault. Whether it’s seeing your child take a fall you couldn’t have predicted and subsequently couldn’t save them from, feeling pressure from other moms to do a certain thing a certain way, or having something happen that you just can’t change… it’s bound to happen to every mom. And maybe not just new moms; moms with any number of kids, any matter of years of experience. I don’t know, I only have one kid and a mere eight…
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Gingham and stripes and dots, oh my!
I’ve been feeling really bored with getting dressed lately. Maybe it’s the lack of a huge and varied closet since we moved, maybe it’s that everything has been controlled by ease-of-nursing, but everything I’ve been wearing has gotten plain and modern and uninspiring to me. And there have been other things going on too; little, almost unconscious things. I’ve been feeling unsure about my weight lately, and my current body shape. That post-pregnancy confidence with having my waist back has morphed into a mild awareness that my belly has gone mommy-soft (not that it was ever, ever flat) and is bigger than it used to be, and my hip-to-boob ratio…