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
Thank you for your blog! I started reading it when I first got pregnant and it gave me hope that motherhood didn't mean instantly dowdy and a lifetime of ill fitting jeans. Well, now my baby is here and your recent posts (leggings, docs) inspired me to bust out my leggings and combat boots. These *may* be my maternity leggings and this sweater from gap is longer in back than in front- perfect for providing the necessary bum coverage. I also like how loose it is- I'm only eleven weeks postpartum so the loose fit is perfect for lifting up to breastfeed, hiding a poochy tummy, and disguising the uneven silhouette that bunched up breast pads give you. The combat boots are nice because in my mind they are decidedly not "mom shoes" and with a new baby I need a little something to remind me that I'm still me and not just a shushing milk machine.
Again thanks for the inspiration. Feeling stylish helps make me even more confident as a mama. Keep killing cancer!
Alena - thanks for sending in these fabulous pics!! I especially love the lady-like bag with the combat boots, and your punky haircut is giving me hope in the months ahead. Chick, you look awesome.
We are getting into the car. It's date night! "Nice tights" says Mike. What? Tights? "No honey," I correct him. "These are leggings."
Mike looks confused. "They are? Hunh. They look like tights."
"I'm not wearing a skirt" I point out. "So these are leggings. Which are pants."
"Ok" he says, agreeably. "But they're kinda like tights since they're so sheer, right?"
I freeze. Sheer? Does he know what that word means? I mean, this IS the man who repeatedly confuses dresses with skirts.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Can you...expand on that?"
He absentmindedly fumbles with the keys. "Uhhh...they look silky and thin? Like tights?"
"I forgot something inside" I tell him. "Be right back."
Mike groans. "Babe, what did you forget?"
Apparently, I forgot my pants.
THESE ARE "PANTS" bumcoveragerequired
I do own thicker leggings. The J.Crew pixie pant-type things that are thick enough to show some bum. And my faux-leather leggings...yeah, I'm not as careful with bum coverage in those, either. But for whatever reason (in the above case, I LOVE the pattern)...I do find myself reaching for my cheapie black leggings from time-to-time. They're easy, they're comfy, and sometimes, heck, they're the only thing clean.
Here are a few styling tricks I've been using when I really (really, REALLY) need to keep my bum covered.
Mamas, the sweaters below are all stupidly expensive sweaters that are now on sale. And you know how the Shopping Enabler luuuuuvs her stupidly expensive sweaters.
Even better, between now until Sunday, Bloomingdale's is running an additional 20% off of the sale price with the code FRIENDS (including free shipping) These sales are seriously how I score the vast majority of my wardrobe.
Post-partum* Mamas and Pregnant Mamas...this one is especially for you.
*And by "post-partum" I mean anyone who has ever had a baby ever.
This jacket is amazing. Love how it could be sporty, preppy, or street-wise, depending on the styling. If you were hoping Free People would come out with a a baseball-jacket-gone-boho, then try this one. Gorg.
V-necks tees are more flattering for the busty, but baseball tees are typically of the high-crew variety. (Disclaimer: I don't know if I'm still in the "busty" category...but in those first few months of nursing I sure was.) Anyway, Gap solves my problem with a v-neck baseball tee. Thank you, Gap.
Ok. I feel the need to explain this one. Mesh is weird, I know, and fraught with danger. BUT...I'm seeing this baseball jacket with a pencil skirt and killer heels for date night (would be amazing on curvy Mamas) OR with some sort of Audrey-cropped pant and ballet flats (or TOMS) for playdates. Right?
Stock is seriously low on this one, too. Sheesh. But grab an old sweater from high school, DIY something onto a basic sweatshirt, or switch letters for numbers and wear a football-inspired tee like this one from Free People.
While I was home in June, my sister and I had a discussion about crop tops. She was pro, I was...meh. Until I remembered that I had one. (It was on clearance for $4.99 at Ann Taylor. Reason enough, right?)
We spent a sun-and-fun soaked weekend in Cape May a few weeks ago, and it was one of those rare occasions that I managed to pack perfectly. I brought just a few things, but felt chic and comfortable in every situation we encountered. Here's what I brought...and how I plan to extend it for our beach week(s) in Michigan.