Star Entry Tee

Hi dear friends, 

      It's been a while, eh? I've had plenty of busyness here (nanny drama, baby drama, enough drama from this mama). How 'bout you? Thanks for still reading my daily, weekly, monthly blog. I think I can commit to that. Monthly sounds fine. 

     Anyway, speaking of things that take a while to come around, the Parmenor Corset, which I wishlisted here, which is essentially sold out online, and was only sold online. Saw it in the store the other day...

Had to try it since it was on 2nd cut, and I was lusting after it since the get-go. You know how some things sound great in theory--and really don't work out in reality? Like french kissing, open relationships,  and communism?

Well, it just wasn't happening.

However, I did like the Starred Entry Tee, see here  (Isn't it funny how you go from preferring the strapless bustier to drapey modest cover-up when you become a mama?).
The gray was not too muted, and the material was a jersey blend. Medium weight, but wonderfully pieced together in a crosspatch which overlies one's sternum in a surprisingly flattering way.
I even like the view from the side, as the sleeves drape gracefully, even when one is naturally not graceful.
Will wait for sale and then pounce...like a ninja!

No, I'm not pregnant again--except with potential (at least, that's what my mom says). Plus I had a great tri-tip sandwich for lunch. It's because the baby needs iron. And the calcium from Ben/Jerry's Coffee Heath Bar Crunch. All for the baby. ALL.

Happy Wednesday to you. Avery says "Squeeeeeal!" as she is starting to crawl (that just means hello).

A Year Ago and This Weekend

 A year ago, I went here, the Anthro store in Corona, California, designed by Prada, inspired by the desert, and loved by all.

And looked like this.

Yowza. The Porridge print and emerging 2nd trimester belly brew a powerful concoction of awesomeness!

Anyway, this present-day weekend, we babysat, watched Horrible Bosses (which itself wasn't horrible--just mediocre--but who wants to see a movie called "Mediocre Bosses"), and had dinner with friends.

Yesterday, I flew to SF for one day. Mainly to see my family, get my braces adjusted (yes, in SF--but only bc I get the family discount), and to do those things without taking a screaming baby. She was an angel all the way to Cincinnati July 4th (5 hours both ways), but the time before that, when I took her to SF, scarred me for life. Whoohboy.

However. I'm sure the 40 minutes of SHRIEKING was excellent birth control for the snarky college girl sitting behind me. You are welcome, ASHLEY.  


Btw, this time, since I was only going to SF for 9 hours, all I brought was my purse and my pump. You should have seen the TSA Security Guy's eyes bulge out of his head when he saw my pump sail through the xray machine in all its glory.

Below, see pics of Avery. Sure is hard to get an OOTD for myself together nowadays. Need to get better at the "getting dressed in appropriate attire" thing, now that I'm getting back to work (kind of). I will have to tell you my saga sometime--you 3 people who still read this blog--whoops, I mean 2.

 Frequent flier, at Cincinnati airport security.

 We started solids. Avery always seems a bit tentative.

 Rice cereal.

 Peas.

And carrots. Which are her favorite. Really, you can't tell, but she's ecstatic.

She is 6.5 months now--65%ile on everything, at her last visit. We were a little concerned about her massive head size (which is the same size as a modest pumpkin--thus, the apt nickname, Pumpkinhead). But it appears to be normal. I guess all the babies have ginormous noggins nowadays--just a growing trend.

Here's to Anthro's line of very stretchable headbands.

What I Would Buy If I Didn't Have A Mortgage

I'm gagging for these shoes. They're just so unique--retro, yet classic. Splashy, yet demure. 

Don't know where I would wear them to anyway--wouldn't want to get them scuffed up and germy at work, probably couldn't don them at casual sandbox playdates. 

Would likely end up strapping them on to go to Anthro every week--just to give all the other shoes something to aspire to.

Late 4th of July OOTD and update

 Hi dear pals.
     You are probably wondering why I haven't been blogging lately, and then guessing that I've been swamped with work, baby, and generally, life (life including the online traffic school in addition to the $500 ticket, I have for driving 81 mph on my way to SF--Officer, I was going with traffic!).
     You would be correct.
     You would also be correct if you guessed that we went to Ohio for the 4th (man, you're uncanny!), and there was a joyous reunion between Nalynne's 2 kids and Avery.

 Especially C, who adores her baby cousin. Avery (6 months today) had to tell her,"Shhh. Just go."

    We spent time with family, playing dozens of rounds of Skip Bo. I trounced Chris' 86 year old Grandma the first few games, just to have her taunt me with some surprisingly unkind trash talk a few rounds later.
     Nalynne channeled the Pioneer Woman's hominess and frugality in her Starbucks Avoidant Iced Coffee.

OOTD:
Urban Outfitters Tank
Anthro Puella skirt
Anthro Lemon Stick Wedges, see pinterest link here.

     Love my new Lemon Stick Wedges, which came in the mail last week. Comfy. Casual, yet bright. Just high enough without going Lady Gaga on you.

 Note to self 1: Have hubby photog me from lower steps as to make me look much much taller. 

 Note to self 2: Remember to remove hands from pockets once in a while. Although I do love me some pockets.

 Note to self 3: Try not to wallow in self-pity, as homes in Mid-West seem unnecessarily large and gracious, people quite friendly and sincere. Does not help that Nalynne had a huge trampoline in backyard. Cue childlike giggles and snorts of glee as Chris and I leapt, bounced, wheeled to our hearts' content.

Dream come true...then, nightmare began as I realized I had to eventually go home to my trampoline-less hovel. Oh, Ohio. Well, at least in Southern California, I have 8 Anthros within 35 miles. Not that I have been to any of them lately (see first paragraph).

Ah well. Happy belated 4th, everyone.