I cannot tell a lie - usually. This is what I wore to Mass on both Friday night and on Saturday night (because in case your e-brethren did not remind you on Facebook or Twitter or the internet -- you! better! not! have! only! gone! to! one! Mass! you! heathen!) and in between and I think I ran with a vestless and bootless version for my nighttime clothes. I think. Things got wild and we went to two different churches and had the absolute pleasure of not taking the kids to Mass on Friday which was the perfect combo of weird and glorious. I hope we can do it again one day.
At the Mass we did take the kittens to .. Julia removed her coat and boots promptly upon arrival into our pew and sang a beautiful ode to Dora while lovingly gazing at a statue of Mary - she didn't even let Sebastian's new trick (bucking like a bronco) break her focus and concentration. I asked her to fold her hands together on the way up to communion and she clasped them behind her back and held on for life. I know, I know ... I smell a vocation too.
vest: Gap via eBay
tunic (on sale!! I want to buy 78 more): Old Navy Maternity
boots: Famous Footwear
kids Mass behavior grades:
Julia: B- for her pious efforts
Bash: D+ for tearing my glasses off my face 92 times after not letting me clip his claws all week long
(how do they say it in the land of Simon? oh yes ... "little shit")
Linking up with the lovely ladies over at Fine Linen and Purple and I hope you do the same.