Hey gorgeous crumpets,
It's Day 1 of 30 for 30: Maternity Fashion.
{Will you join me on the ride to halt me from the oh-so-easy but hideous slide into dressing like a sack of potatoes when pregnant...?}
I was ridiculously and childishly excited this morning. My eyes opened in a flash, much to Guy's not-well-hidden surprise. I'm not always at my sheeny-shiniest in the mornings {ahem}...but today, I bounded out of bed, like a puppy unleashed in the woods, only more in the style of a girlie with a big tummy, towards my outfit that I had laid out the night before. Perhaps lumbered would be a more accurate description. Yes, 'Lumbered with enthusiasm' probably nails it.
Having woken up with such a spring in my step, I felt such an occasion called for my very best coat. Nay, demanded.
Even if I can't do it up. Front or back.
See the belt hanging by my sides, limp and lifeless?
I have to tell you that when I first clapped my magpie eyes on this coat, I heard angels singing. Yes, singing. The coat called my name and I actually was forced to buy it.
That's the story I'm sticking to and I'll be danged if I can't wear it for the next five months. So limp and lifeless it is, I'm afraid.
I'm linking: http://betweennapsontheporch.blogspot.com
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