I am in recovery mode so this post happens now and not yesterday, as I’d originally planned. Recovery, I say? Oh, just something to do with coming to grips with finality that I may never truly know the essence of … Continue reading
What I Wore Sunday. Real quick! Linking up with FL&P for inspiration on what to wear to Mass on Sundays. My pink pants. They’re pink. They’re my pants. Pink. Pants. They go with me to Mass almost every Sunday. I … Continue reading
I’m not an organized person, but I shouldn’t be surprised that come holiday weekend, I discover there’s no time to blog. Imagine that, family functions taking precedence! Tsk tsk tsk. Still, I am befuddled.
I’ll be working on better preparing for these weekends in the future. Coffee scrub post is still scheduled to post this week, finally!
I hope everyone had a beautiful 4th. My parents cooked and grilled ribs better than the famous Montgomery Inn for my siblings and our families. Despite the rain all weekend, we were still able to slosh about in their backyard with sparklers. Lexington had a hard time understanding that one cannot touch the sparkly part. He learned quickly.
Here’s what I wore Sunday to Mass. It was still drizzly and 70 out so I figured there’d be no harm in wearing long pants. But the sun came out! We came home and the boys wanted to play- and after all the rain, how could I tell them no, that they needed to nap? I took the opportunity to take a few pics. After 10 minutes under this strange thing called “sunshine”, I was ready to superman change to shorts, hang the photos. With some heavy (and sloppy) editing, I managed 2 shots.
Tunic: JCrew Outlet, same as worn a few weekends ago
Tank underneath: Ann Taylor LOFT,
Skinny Jeans: Express (a year ago),
Shoes: Tory Burch (gift from Sis)
That’s it! For more Mass wardrobe inspiration, go visit FL&P! I’ll be writing again soon. Bonne semaine à tous! (have a good week!)
FL&P hosting What I Wore Sunday again. The purpose of this link up isn’t to be fashionista-y (as I’ve proved I am not one here and here), but to help our fellow Catholic sisters (bros too!) feel like what they have in their closet IS enough for Mass even if it’s the same thing week after week– and not to feel like it’s not good enough because it doesn’t come from a store that doesn’t also sell grocery items.
No one but you remembers what you wore last Sunday, except you, girl wearing the beautiful sheer, turquoise tunic with white pants yesterday, I’ll remember what you wore. Sorry, it was so pretty! I hope you wear it again and again!
I stalked her down to ask where she got the shirt- hoping that she wouldn’t roll her eyes and trill off “I got it in Paris and you cahnt have it, dahling.”
Actually, I immediately detected embarrassment. She looked away and said, “umm I don’t remember…”
I pressed on, in agony that she “couldn’t remember” and she gave me a little more info: “umm… In the mall. I think it’s was… Maybe like, Charlotte Russe or something?”
I smiled, “great! So it’s not like terribly pricey. YES! thank you! I love the sleeves, the color, the length!”
And she seemed relieved that I wasn’t offended at her shopping venue of choice.
So. Sorry. I’ll remember that pretty shirt.
Whether your Sunday Best consists of a sheer turquoise tunic, or pink pants that you interchange with a handful of tops, then you’re in good company. Because… It’s the return of Mrs. Pink Pants!
Back again so soon? Well yes.
This week, I wore another maternity top. From H&M. When I discovered that they sell maternity, I rejoiced. The selection is slim pickinz but priced ay. oh. kay.
I got this shirt two pregnancies ago so I can’t remember the price exactly, but I believe it was $20 or under.
My husband took these photos and I wasn’t happy with them. We agreed to try later that day but it didn’t happen. Cause babies. So there you go. Goofy, awkward me, frowning at the intense sunshine in photo #1, and holding a pacifier in photo #2.
Go visit FL&P and find some sunday best inspiration from the other church-goers!
But come back soon for some photos of me with a beard. A coffee ground beard.