Saw some green jeans on Cakies and I had to have them tout de suite:
I love them. They rock my world.
We just put the boys to bed and they keep calling out to me and Andy: Daddy! Give me 40 kisses! or Mama! Give me zero kisses!
It’s very cute if not a little heartbreaking. Is it too much to ask that my kids like me the best?
We’re heading to Victoria and Vancouver (BC) later this week, I can’t wait. It’s been too long since our last vacation. Although I’m not sure that’s the right word for a trip taken with three rambunctious boys (did I mention that Rio is WALKING now? Crazy cakes.) but it should be fun! I keep telling people that we’re going to Alberta and I have no idea why, maybe because they’re both female names? But no, whoops. I’m not going anywhere near Alberta. Not that I don’t want to. Some day I’ll make it there, and Toronto and Labrador Retriever and PEI because well, duh:
Hat: Porch Light
Coat: Nordstrom (Tulle)
Shirt: Trovata (Gilt)
Skirt: Lived-in Lover (which is sadly no more)
The first time I wore this skirt a woman curled her lip at me and said, “I wore a skirt like that in Catholic school. Why in the world are you wearing my Catholic school skirt?!” NICE LADY! I was bummed for a second but then I noticed that she was wearing tevas and I realized we spoke completely different languages.
Anyway, this outfit is so Mary Poppins +
Anne Shirley, AM I RIGHT?
Very nanny. Very school teacher. My first year in college, at the ripe old age of sixteen (going on seventeen *spins round in a gazebo*) I was told that I looked like a school teacher. Just what a young girl wants to hear. Then, when I decided to major in English everyone said, “I KNEW IT!” Except I didn’t want to teach, nuh uh NO WAY. It just made way more sense than anything else.
Check out Anne Shirley. Besides her oversized puff sleeves, her outfit is made of win. *grabs clock brooch* And Gilbert…OH, GIL.
Anne, I am so mad at you right now. Stop. RESISTING.
I am not ashamed of loving this series SO MUCH (okay the third one sucked, but I still own it). I wrote Jonathan Crombie’s name with hearts next to it in my grade school (okay, and high school) journal. I still have dreams of visiting Prince Edward Island just so I can walk on sand dunes and say things like, “But you hurt my feelings EXCRUTIATINGLY.” to the ocean waves.
Apparently there’s a musical too? Be still my beating heart.