You look like a sunflower...or a buttercup.

Yes, that is what a student told me today. 

I guess I needed to wear sunshine today because it was a tough day at work.

No education class can prepare you for the days tragedy hits your school. 

One of our freshmen passed away yesterday, and we are not the same.

When I started teaching, I didn't know that these adults I call my colleagues and these teenagers I call my students would become people I call family.  

I don't have the right words for the occasion, so allow my outfit to distract you from the more serious matter at hand.  

The Outfit:

Skirt: Banana Republic (last year)

Sweater: Target

Boots: Steve Madden

Scarf: Made by Momma 

I explored yet another color scheme. I think I pulled it off. Yeah?

Jeff actually helped pick it out. I gave him a choice between a white sweater and this one. He chose this one. Good choice, Jefferino. 

Last time, I wore the skirt like this. 

Linking up with The Pleated Poppy.

Pinterest Tells Me I Look Pretty In...

Awhile ago, I learned from the interwebs that you can be all creepy and check out who pins images from your blog, which surely comes as no surprise to many of you bloggers. However, if you were otherwise in the dark, allow me to enlighten you. It's so simple. 

Type the following into your web browser: 

pinterest.com/source/URL OF YOUR BLOG GOES HERE

For example, to find pinned images from my blog, I would go to:

pinterest.com/source/littlebitofwowe.blogspot.com

I think it's not just creepy but also quite interesting to see which outfits get the most press. 

Here are some of my best fall/winter outfits according to Pinterest:

(This one just so happens to be one of my best looks. Find the original post here.)

I never rewear outfits (except for pajamas), but I am making an exception with this look. I remember how comfortable and chic I felt in this outfit! Find the original post here. 

Sadly, I had to retire this blazer because of my gorilla arms, and hugging myself no longer felt fun. It felt...constricting. Self hugs should always feel lovely. 

Can someone please help me find a navy blazer replacement?

I've looked for so long. I'm growing weary because of this fruitless quest. 

Find the original post here.

The wrinkles on these pants birth baby wrinkles. As such, they needed to go the way of the navy blazer. Either way, everyone loves the mustard pants inspiration. Who can blame them? Mustard pants, minus wrinkles, are hand-clapping awesome. 

Feel free to check out the original post here. 

Speaking of mustard, those pinners can't get enough of it.

I can't find this skirt. I think I donated it. Oops. 

Find the original here

The last one makes me very happy because it features my favorite blazer: the cobalt blue beauty. (In case you're new around here, I have upwards of 40 blazers. A problem? Only for my husband who searches for closet space in vain.) 

She's pretty. I know. (Not me, silly pants. The BLAZER.)

Find the original wonderment here. 

Ultimately, I think my cognac Franco Sarto boots captivate people. Why wouldn't they? They're glorious, and, with the trouble this stupid toenail is giving me, they're the only footwear I can wear without discomfort. I'd also like to draw your attention to the fact that my hair is different in every single photograph. 

Favorites? Wondering why on God's green earth people even pinned one/some/all of these images?

Gingham, Pleats, and Tassels. Oh my!

I can't stop wearing yellow. I think I need spring. When we were driving home today, it was sunny with these weird, mutant flurries. Seriously, weather, get your crap together. 

I know I told you yesterday that I love yellow and black together, but I might love yellow and blue together more. Conveniently, blue and yellow are the school colors for the place at which I teach. I'm school spirited without even trying. 

Meet my second day curls. Elizabeth, my fun colleague, knows what I'm sayin'! She was rocking even better second day hair. I chose sleep over shampoo. Sleep usually wins. 

These shoes are really comfortable and set me back a whopping $18 at DSW. I'm awesome. 

This blazer is old. YEARS old. I decided it fit well and deserved to be unearthed. Welcome to the world again, lovely, brown blazer. (I like how the gingham pops out at the cuffs.)

My legs are reflective. Wearing tights or pantyhose would have been a great idea, but here is what I thought:

1. I am too tired and lazy to fight with tights again today.

2. I already have to make sure the shirt stays tucked in. What happens when I need to pee, which is always? Too much effort. As a result, my pasty legs greeted the public today. 

Comfortable shoes with fun little tassels. 

We look so haggard after work, but my happy little starfish is waving hello to you. 

Outfit Deets:

Gingham Shirt: Marshall's (I dig these colors.)

Skirt: Banana Republic (similar for $48)

Starfish Necklace & Earrings: Local boutique 

Shoes: Bandolino via DSW (similar wedges)

Blazer: Ann Taylor 

Sunglasses: NY & Co.

Linking up with The Pleated Poppy, Shanna, Sarah, and Alisa.

Mustard & Dots

I know that turtlenecks are no longer cool, but do you really think that's going to stop me? No, ma'am. Admittedly, I'm somewhat small. These little bird bones need warmth, and if it comes in the form of a turtleneck, then so be it. Judge me all you wish.

When do you think my mom will stop buying me clothes? I hope the answer to that question is "nevah!" (Yes, spelled just like that.) She always does such a good job finding me fun stuff to wear. Does anyone else (who's quickly approaching thirty) have a Momma who still buys her clothes? I'm not talking about Italian men like my husband because dudes don't factor into this equation. I'm not sure most men ever buy or pick out their own clothes. I'm talking about grown women who still rely on their Mommas for sartorial wisdom. If I'm shopping without Momma dukes, and I'm a little leery about something, I take a picture and text it to my mom. She's saved me from multiple cases of buyer's remorse. (I know that the simple solution to that problem is simply taking back the clothes, but ain't nobody got time for that!) Anyway, the moral of this story? A girl always needs her Momma. 

Well, this girl does. 

I hope you enjoy today's outfit. 

I enjoyed wearing it. 

I dub this pose the "why did I take off my sweater?" slouch. 

It's classy. Try it out sometime.

Outfit Deets:

Sweater: The Limited

Belt: NY & Co.

Skirt: Target (gift from Momma!)

Scarf: Made by Momma!

Boots: Franco Sarto via Marshall's

Hat: Target

Linking up with the lovely Molly today. You should check it out for some other ladies' lovely looks. 

Lumberjack in a Skirt

Today, I decided to try something unusual for me. I mixed flannel and a swooshy skirt. It just felt right, and the best part? I was ridiculously comfortable all day...except when my tights gave me a wicked wedgie. I wasn't so comfortable then.

Anyway, I have a few comments to make. I know what you're thinking: when don't you have commentary to share, Danielle? This is my space (not to be confused with the antiquated social media site), so I can comment all I wish. Okay, now that that business is aside, indulge me.

1. If a person works in customer service, shouldn't that person NOT be a miserable human being? Typically, I'm an easygoing chick, but mess with Momma dukes, and I put up my dukes. The lady was so nasty that she made some rude remark as my Mom walked away. I heard her, turned around, and said, "Usually, an employee waits until the customer is out of earshot to make a rude remark." I added some acrimonious filler, which I will not share here. Ahem. Anyway, don't work in customer service if you're an a-hole. Don't they put that requirement on the application?

2. Mom complained about the nasty ladies to one of the cashiers who is always ridiculously nice to us. He has such a bright demeanor that I just want to clone him and hire his duplicates to do the job those wenches couldn't do. Anyway, he called over the manager to tell her. Well, she was certainly no cup of sunshine either. And her "top knot" looked like an alien infestation. Horrific. She chastised this employee in front of us for telling her this information in front of us. Is anyone else recognizing the irony here? Soooo, you're doing the very same thing that you're yelling at your employee for doing? 

3. I was walking past a mannequin when something caught my eye. I turned around and what did I see in between the mannequin's fingers? A DIRTY Q-TIP. For serious, people? Double eww. How filthy mcnasty can you possibly be to wedge your earwax soaked q-tip in between a poor, defenseless mannequin's fingers? Blech. 

4. This comment is completely unrelated to Kohl's. While I was driving to work, my earring backing fell out. I have NO idea how it happened, but it happened. Obviously, I did not want to take out my earrings for fear of losing them all together. My solution? Pop the eraser off of a mechanical pencil in my car and use it as a backing. It worked all day. Just call me MacGyver. 

Anyway, I tell you this information because Mom took my pictures at Kohl's. A girl has to do what a girl has to do. Mom frowned about taking my picture with the clothes in the background; I felt that you should know that information. Also, Mom made this scarf because she's sweet and talented. 

Outfit Deets:

Scarf: Handmade by Momma!

(another cute one)

Flannel: SO brand via Kohl's (ha, go figure)--Momma got it for me for Christmas

(similar)

Skirt: Banana Republic (I should have ironed it. Oops.)

(cute)

Tights: The Limited

Boots: Steve Madden

(exact)

Leather Coat: Wilson's Leather