Fashion Show! Fashion Show! Fashion show at lunch! (What's that from?)

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I have been in such a creative slump here lately. I used to think of the best posts all throughout the day and most never made it to the computer but they were good. Now I think of nothing. Nada. Zilch. I used to write the most hilarious posts while I took a shower. It's too bad I didn't have a voice recorder in there because by the time I was actually at the computer I could never remember the paragraphs that had been created earlier. So you would just end up reading some lame "I love this/these" type post. Cheating posts, I call them. One post was about past clothing. Specifically, large, elastic waist-banded blue flowered culottes that were the complete basis for my wardrobe in the 7th grade. In 9th grade I had moved on from culottes to skirts that came to my ankles. I had a skirt that became known as My Ever Familiar Skirt. It was brown with little flowers on it. And I wore it EVERY DAY. No kidding. I hated having to always wear a skirt in public and this skirt was the only skirt I owned that didn't make me feel like a complete loser when I was the only girl at the horse club not wearing riding pants. It was, to me, barely stylish and I was clinging to that since everything else I owned was not stylish at all. I mean, AT ALL. I still own this skirt. I put it on about once every 2 or 3 years just to smile and remember all the good I-want-to-go hide-in-the-corner-and-be-invisible moments.

In the 6th grade I a wore a mini skirt everyday. No kidding! I was a rebel. Wait a minute, That's not right. I wasn't a rebel. That was just my delusion talking. I did wear a mini-skirt but it was a blue jean mini skirt with a foot of eyelet lace sewed on to the bottom so that it hit me below the knees. Sometimes, when I actually did want to be a rebel, I would go into the ladies bathroom and tuck the lace up under the skirt and stand and twist and look at myself and imagine what it would be like if I actually could let the world see my knees. In college I did buy a blue jean mini skirt but I never had the guts to wear it. Thankfully. It's no one's business what my scar covered knees look like. But it was there, hanging in my closet, letting me know that I was a dork.

I want to share a picture with you. You need to prepare yourself b/c it is rough. You might cringe. You might even cry. Maybe I shouldn't post it and spare you the agony. Nah. At least you aren't in the picture (well, some of you are). Ok. I think I will start with something a little less shocking.

Here we have Sarah sporting our Nana's old swimming suit. Cute, isn't she?

Next up, we have me in an outfit that I made myself and was quite proud of. I also considered this extremely fashionable.

I'm just easing you in, by the way.

Below, you will see two different pictures of me in My Ever Familiar Skirt. Notice once the cold weather hit I added sock to the ensemble. Snazzy.

It's about to get ugly.

This is "us." Aren't we looking goooood. Mmh! I'm the one front and center. The one with the hair that apparently got overlooked that day. The one with white socks and Keds.

And now for the big one. It's so bad. I'm laughing so hard right now. Don't just glance at this picture. Study it. The longer you look the more you will laugh. Check out the placement of Rachel's waistband. Check out Asa's pants. Check out my mini skirt. Check out Anna's skirt. And then, go make sure your children are wearing something appropriate. Or, (I like this idea better) put them in some of your old clothes and take a picture so that later in life they will have something to blog about.

Jesse, Anna, Matt, Rachel (snicker, snicker), Asa (guffaw), Luke, Me, Stephanie, Leah

Girls!

The LBD Shop

A few thoughts and some looking-good (or bad) fashion opinions.

So, while Andrew is posting about politics and deep thinking subjects, I'm going to graze the ever-so-important fashion topics and perhaps also mention a thought or two that has been flitting through my head as I have cleaned, scrubbed, folded, wiped, changed and laughed the day away.

I really, really want this top and I don't know why. I want to wear it with dark skinny jeans. I vowed that I would never ever ever wear a pair of skinny jeans but this top might just make me break my vow. Except that I'm not going to be actually owning the top therefore I will not need a pair of skinny jeans to go with it.

This thing looks like you are assisting with target practice.

I remember the first time I realized that I was an adult or at least heading that way. I was at Nana's house on South P and someone was watching a basketball game in the living room. It was probably Joshua or Daddy. They always watch the most boring things on the television.
Anywho Anyway, it was a college team and the announcer was giving the stats and info on a player and he was younger that I was. At the time, that revelation was shocking and life changing. Ok, it didn't actually change my life but it did make quite an impression on me.

Back to fashion.
I am wondering about this little piece. Exactly what kind of outfit would this accessory compliment?

This is what I want to wear to the banquet next year when we go to DC. The problem is that that is the only place that I could wear it and no one needs a dress that they can wear only once. And the problem is also that it is cha-ching!

I really like this trench coat as well although I would not be wearing it as a dress. Who thought that was an appealing picture?

I will be traveling with my children to TN tomorrow so I ask for your prayers of safety.

I can't think of my other thoughts so I guess I will close with this:

Goodnight Dr. Pepper, where ever you are.