Feels rather ominous, written out like that, doesn't it? But in any case, you know the drill: for the next few days, let's chat about the best ways to shine ourselves up all purty-like....with MINIMAL EFFORT EXPENDED.
This year I'm focusing on....black pants and the white, button-down shirt!
I know. Two of the most boring pieces ever to grace a closet. Can I do it? Can I manage to make those two snooze-worthy closet staples interesting? Well. TIME WILL TELL.
I also have a few other tricks up my sleeve. So we'llsee.
shirt: old from Theory (pricy, but they have the best collars and perfect amount of stretch)...this one is 50% off
sweatshirt: Emerson Fry now sold out, but also comes in black silk
I. Am. Done. IAMDONE. That fact makes my head spin a little bit...it doesn't feel real. I don't have any more medications to take. No more shots. No more IVs, or bone pain, or nausea. The big stuff? The really tough stuff? Is over.
There are times when I feel a sense of excitement (Yay for me! I made it!!!)....but I was expecting to feel a...bigger sense of relief, I guess. Perhaps it hasn't yet hit.
Mostly I feel bewildered. Like, WTF just happened? I mean, it was May. On May 16th, I didn't have breast cancer. And now, just before Thanksgiving, I am a survivor.
So I get up in the morning and put on my outfits and cover what's left of the chemo rash on my face and hug my boys and make them breakfast.
But I'm tired. I'm forgetful. And I don't understand any of this. How a few short months ago I was fine, and then I wasn't, and now I'm on this insanely long road to recovery.
It'll be OK, I know. Someday I won't be so tired. Someday I won't wear a wig. Someday, perhaps, Pax (and maybe even Raines) won't remember 'that time when Mum was sick'. I get to be a part of their someday.
Can one ever have enough styling inspiration for big, cozy sweaters?
No. One cannot.
Cozy Turtleneck + Moto Denim + Stiletto Boots
Why not pair the coziest sweater ever with tough moto skinnies and unbelievably sexy boots? WHY HAVEN'T I BEEN WEARING THIS ALREADY? It takes my breath, really it does. Clearly it's time to unearth my ancient pointy-toe stilettos from our scary basement. I'm confidant that I still have, well, one of them. Wish me luck finding the other. Sigh. #deathbyspiders
I think one of my very favorite things is when a reader emails me a pic and says, "I did it!" You guys are awesome. Love sharing the love so we can all be a bit more inspired.
How awesome is this pic of reader Meredith rocking the Sporty-Chic trend? She writes:
In Texas, it's most definitely still summer. But, inspired by your recent sporty chic post and a rare rainy day, I cranked the AC and tried out my new Onitsuka Tigers with a vintage varsity sweater I found in the Halloween section at Goodwill, which incidentally has my initial and a tennis patch--tennis being the only sport I follow besides ballet! Score!
Makes me want to sew a varsity letter onto one of Mike's work cardigans. Wonder if he'd mind...?? Who am I kidding? I don't sew. (I staple.) But here's a pretty fab DIY for those inclined.
This short little haircut has served me well. But it's thinned to the point that I have major bald spots on the top of my head, and can't leave the house without a hat. If you follow me on Instagram, you may remember seeing the ginormous clump of hair that fell out this morning. UGH. There is hair on our floors, hair on the couch, hair on our clothes, hair in our food. (Someone needs to write a Dr. Seuss mom-has-cancer book. "It's all over the floor! It's all over the chair! But guess where it's not? There's no hair up on there!")
I'm amazed, really, that I have any hair left on my head. This morning Raines pulls (yet another) hair out of his cereal and says, "Mom, I hate to tell you this...but it seems like your hair is trying to take over the world."
Yeah...OK. Back to Salon Ziza I go. This time, because I was so patchy, Shannon cut my hair in their privacy room. I think it's amazingly awesome that they even have a privacy room. I mean, seriously, wow.
Mamas, have I the trend for you. We've talked about track pants ad naseum, but there is oh-so-much-more sporty joy in this world: stripey tees, comfy joggers, playground sneaks, and baseball hats eve-er-ee-where. My comfort-loving heart just wants to explode with joy.
Here's a few thoughts on sportin' the sporty duds....