This is how most of the last weeks of July looked for my outfits. I would have something on by 9 each morning, and then by 9 or 10 that night I would quickly ask Brad to take a photo. Sometimes they would turn out, sometimes not. I pretty much recycled around the t-shirts and skirts with very few accessories involved. I can't wear long earrings because of small, quick, grabby hands. (And necklaces are even more dangerous.) Belts -- I own two -- one thin, braided, light-brown leather and one plain old medium brown leather, gold-buckle American Eagle 2-inch wide. I don't wear scarves. I don't own hats. And the one pair of sunglasses I have had for the last ten years has been mysteriously missing for about a month after the boys sat in the front of the van for an extended length of time exploring the glove compartment, etc. The plan is to get this posted with a few other photo entries I am behind on and then do a post where I assess what I learned this month about clothes, style, etc. |