Day Seventeen

I'm really falling down on my promise to do some ShoeMo/wardrobe remixing here this month, but I did remember to take a picture of what I wore to work today, aren't you lucky. I was kind of a hit among both the middle-aged and preschool patrons; I got gawked at by a couple of teenagers, but they were far too cool to admit what they really thought. I only mention that because when I'm happy with what I'm wearing, I don't really give a shit about your approval, and that's how I felt today. Yes, when teenage library patrons looking for books on raising chickens can't touch you, you know you're all right. Red cardigan: Gap Gray t-shirt under red cardigan: Gap Skirt: Banana Republic Tights: unknown brand, bought at The Sock Drawer in San Luis Obispo Mary Janes: Dansko

Pardon me for turning this into a page from a Flickr set. It's NaBlo, you do what you have to do to keep your head above water.

Also, let me direct you to some other things I've posted this week:

1. I know, you only had one glass of wine, the yams were burning, and the baby started crying -- what else were you supposed to do? Ask for help? 2. Some holiday films that I'm praying won't suck this year. 3. The Many Ways Children Can be Disgusting: A Timeline 4. When I read whatever parenting magazine may be on hand at the pediatrician’s office, I am consistently underwhelmed by what they assume that I and my vagina are interested in. (Part of a Babble Salon on the rise of mothers and the ostensible marginalization of fathers.)