I felt like a weekend post, which is code for "I didn't feel like grading papers quite yet, and I'm desperately trying to avoid a nap." Plus, I finally did something on the weekend other than sleep and grade. With our parents, we picked apples at an orchard ten minutes from our house. After all, if we move within the year (someone must buy it first), then we should first squeeze in all of the fun activities this town has to offer.
Tomorrow, my co-teacher and I are driving to Virginia to attend a co-teaching conference. (SO GLAD she's driving because I hate hate hate driving in that state.) At my last school, I lucked out with the ESOL teacher who co-taught with me. At this school, I've lucked out with the special educator who co-teaches with me. So many co-teaching relationships are wrought with dysfunction, which is why I feel blessed to be a part of an effective pairing. It makes the charting of our progress on these new standards much more bearable because I have a partner in the madness.
I whipped these pants out of storage because they're my winter white corduroys. I forgot how deliciously comfortable they are. And the perfect length. But not so perfect in 85 degree weather. Holy pants on fire. Oh, and can I tell you how gleeful I am that so many people have embraced white past Labor Day? It was a stupid "rule" in the first place. Right?
Pants: Forever 21
Shirt: Old Navy
Shoes: Converse via DSW
Occasion: Apple picking
Comments: ummm...should have worn shorts. It's still pretty toasty here in Maryland. Whatever, I felt cute. I can suffer a smidge for cuteness. These pants, though warm, are very comfortable, and I love my new Old Navy shirt. I have monkey arms, so it works only when I roll the sleeves. I'm a sleeve roller anyway, so it's okay.
I also decided to play in my closet yesterday.
I came up with these three shirt combinations.
Have a favorite?
Have a favorite?