In case my sexy little Bradamant bodysuit wasn't enough (and it is one of Mike's favs) I found a total sex-kitten wig. For under $50. It's from a line of wigs called Forever Young, and the line is aptly named. They focus on young, sexy styles, and the wigs are crazy cheap (for medically necessary wigs, not costume wigs). The one I'm wearing is Edge Savvy, and I'll be taking it into Shannon for a bang trim. Ha! Isn't that funny? Taking my wigs in for trims...man. Add that to the loooong list of Things I Never Thought I'd Say.
So tomorrow (Wednesday) is my third chemo treatment. Which means....after Wednesday, I'll only have ONE TREATMENT LEFT. Crazy, right? So, to celebrate, we're doing a little Bradamant giveaway. And by "little" I mean THREE. We'll have THREE winners. (Oooo...one for each chemo. OMG - I'm so macabre and dramatic these days.)
Let's just go with three lucky winners, and leave it at that. :)
Each winner will be able to chose one Bradamant bodysuit. But what to choose, what to choose?
...but I remember being really impressed with the versatility of the Pirette.
Of course, there's always this gorgeousness, called The Warrior:
Which will you choose?
How To Enter:
You get one entry for liking Bradamant on Facebook, and one entry for signing up to recieve emails about Bradamant sales and new releases. (Scroll to the very bottom of the Bradamant website - the sign up box is on the left.)
Then, let me know in the comments below how you've entered and...done! I'll announce the three winners in a week.
Ok, Mamas. First things first. Wanna see my new boobs?
Their perkiness is beyond my wildest dreams. I may never need a bra again! I mean YES - the shirt is strategically covering a whole mess of bandages and scars and my one remaining nipple is sorta facing the wrong direction....but all of that is fixable in time. Pretty cleavage for the win!
And after this awful, horrible month...I really needed a win.
Now - onto the next announcement!
I am honored to introduce Bradamant, a new line of bodyshirts.
This is our monthly series called How We Wear It, where *we* show all of the different ways to rock a wardrobe basic. And by "we" I mean...all y'all. If there was One. Thing. our readers have communicated again and again, it's this: You want to see a wide range of body types represented here on ANMJ.
So. I'll show you how I've been styling my old standbys, and so will Cam. And then, dear readers, we want to hear from YOU. You can play along via our Linky party at the bottom (you can sign up at the bottom of this article or on Cam's page), you can send us an email (send it to either Cam or me), upload a pic to ANMJ's Facebook page, or use Instagram with the hashtag: #howwewearit or #anmj. As reader pics come in, I'll be keeping this page up-to-date.
With a Peplum Top
(wearing: shirt - c/o Lucky Brand, I'm wearing a size M....shorts - hacked off an old pair of these... shoes - similar)
Mamas! Tamar is closing her shop in one week, and everything has been marked down one final time. If there was something you wanted (previously featured here, here or here) now's the time to shop. I also wanted to show you a few warm-weather pieces from TMRDNL that I've been WAITING to wear. So happy that the sun is finally starting to show it's face....
I've walked into thrift stores only a few times in my life. The whole setup isn't really my thing. I hate digging through huge piles of stuff, I have a bloodhound's sense of smell (mold especially kills me), and I find itchy clothing depressing. I don't care who made it in what decade, I'll take a new jersey knit over vintage polyester any day.
I do own some vintage pieces, though. I'm not totally immune to their charms. All of mine were passed down from my mom. I wore Mom's old Calvin Klein cut-offs all through high school and college, her sexy red maxi dress when I was pregnant (the only time my boobs were big enough to fill it out), and you may recall seeing her sparkly prom purse on the blog from time-to-time. But here's the deal: They were my mom's. I didn't have to go scrounging through bins, worry about smells, or wonder about a stain. They all came with stories - familiar stories, stories that are now part of my family lore.
But thrifting...it's intimidating and impersonal and smells bad. Yet it's cheap. SO cheap. And it's better for the environment.
As a tree-hugger who is not independently wealthy...yet (snort)....if I'm really serious about reducing my own personal environmental impact (and saving some cash along with those trees), I need to take another look at how, and what, I consume. I'm all about CPW (cost per wear) and buying fewer, better quality items...so how can you go wrong with quality at $3.99?
I'm assuming, of course, that quality can be found for $3.99. Because Yentine said so, more or less. And she's pretty much the thrifting expert in my little online world.
So keeping Yentine's first tip in mind (HAVE A GOOD ATTITUDE, which may have been the root cause of my past failures)....I went thrifting. At the Goodwill in my tiiiny hometown, population 25,000. If you ever wanted to set a thrifting bar low, go to a small, isolated town with an overabundance of non-ironic Carhartt. But unlike Philly, in my tiny hometown I can park without fear (the PPA is NO JOKE) and I have free babysitters (thanks, Mom!).
My thrifting trip was....hunh. Successful? Keeping an open mind, I did end up trying stuff on, and even walked out with an item or two. To prove I was thereillustrate, I took pics.
A few weeks ago I was driving Raines to pre-school (he's 5). He was sitting in his carseat, a grumpy look on his face. "What's wrong, buddy?" I asked. He sighed. It was one of those dramatic, drawn-out sighs of the long-suffering. "I jus' don't understand what is happening in this world, Mom" he said.
Whoa. I'm not...how to even...begin with that? I waited, concerned, for him to continue.
"I mean...what the heck is going on with the Sun? Where is it? Will I always have to wear this jacket?" [pause] I'M NOT COMFORTABLE IN THIS JACKET MOM!!"
Exactly, kid. Sing it.
Ready to talk Spring, Mamas? Us too. Most of these picks (if not all) can be worn while chasing kiddos around a park, and some can be dressed up for date-night (or the office). All can be paired with pieces you already own for a fresh, easy update. These are the new Spring Basics...101.
Maternity workwear. Isn't that phrase just so...depressing? Ugh. It conjures up images of schlumpy, black, ill-fitting suits and those awful maternity button-down shirts. (shudder)
We can do better, Mamas.
I threw together a small Spring capsule wardrobe for working mamas-to-be. And it's almost completely post-partum friendly, and much of it is pumping-friendly. But best of all? Maternity workwear (blaaaah) has come such a long way that not only would I happily(!!) wear any of these pieces NOT pregnant, but most are pretty. darn. affordable.
Mamas, this article was inspired by a question I received from Martha. She wrote:
I recently discovered your blog and I am loving the inspiration to step up my mom style a bit, and ideas for putting more personality into my basics. I'm realizing, though, that I have a weird gap in my wardrobe. I have plenty of casual mom clothes (jeans, basic tees and sweaters, comfy shoes). My work wardrobe for a casual but conservative engineering office is jeans, cords, or cotton pants, "boring sweaters", and flats or conservative boots. And I love the rare opportunity to rock a cute dress and strappy heels. But for some strange reason, even before I had kids, I've struggled with what to wear for a dressy-casual night out, like to a restaurant or parties with other "grown ups".
It's true! Dressing way up is easy: dress, shoes, clutch, done. Wearing yoga pants is easy. But nailing the dressy-casual vibe in an effortless way is tough. It's easy to go overboard and end up with something that feels too fussy, too "done". Or, on the other side (like at a business casual office) you end up wearing all solid-color basics. Snore.
In the past, I've done both. Neither is fun, neither feel like "me". But there are a few pieces that I find myself reaching for time-and-time again, whenever I'm in the dressy-casual zone, be it work or Play* related. Keep reading to see both the list, and how I'm mixing up my own pieces.
(Play = Big Girl playtime and involves cocktails, play = kiddo play and involves dirt)