My Niece My Twin

I find inspiration in the oddest and sometimes most embarrassing of places. Okay, for me? Not really embarrassing. My Dad spent the better part of my childhood conditioning me against embarrassment. On several occasions, he drove away from me every time I tried to open the truck door when he picked me up from high school. He also farted in front of every one of the boys I brought home. Thanks for thickening my skin, Dad. Anyway, tangents aside, I found inspiration from my niece's outfit on Thanksgiving. Mom tells me she bought Tater Tot's shirt, so the fact that I ended up matching her makes perfect sense. After all, my Mom picks out half of my clothes. (And I am not ashamed.)

I chopped off her head in the picture because it is a very cute head. Cute heads entice internet creepers, and we can't have that.

First, we'll start with my head. You're allowed to see it because I was having an awesome hair day. My husband even asked me if I went to the salon. I'll take that as a hair styling win!

The Outfit:

Cardigan: Old Navy (it has sparkly elbow patches! I also wore it this way.)

Chambray: Old Navy 

Booties: Old Navy (uh oh...I see a trend emerging. By the way, the booties are actually gray. I also wore them this way.)

Pants: Celebrity Pink via Boscov's (I need a new, higher rise pair. I'm considering these.)

Scarf: You guessed it. Mom made it. 

And there's my adorable Tater Tot. Leggings were not a socially acceptable option for me, which is why I opted for black pants. She was wearing an adoooorable gray cardigan, but her running around creates a whole mess of heat. She was not wearing a black scarf, but I got a little creative. Woo hoo.

I guess I really should write that hair post, 'eh?

Gray & Mint

Since I keep spending so much time at the doctor lately, I needed something to brighten up my life. I decided that a good dye job and a fun pair of mint jeans would do the trick.

As a result, I'm blonde again. And wearing ridiculously bright pants.

I even learned how to curl my hair (thanks to the sweet stylist who dyed my hair).

Am I the only one who can never make her hair smell nearly as good as it does once she leaves the salon?

P.S. I know you're jealous of my super sweet shoe storage (alliteration, whaaaat!?). We have no "mud room," so I had to improvise.

Outfit Deets:

Sweater: Sonoma via Kohl's

Mint Jeans: American Eagle

Boots: Madden Girl (yeah, did you know that brand existed?)

Coat: Pac Sun (it's really not that short; I just got all discombobulated.)

I have nothing better for you tonight because the meds make me a little woozy, and I must figure out how to grade papers woozily. Everyone gets an A! Wahooooo!