sweatshirt - Forever XXI
vest - Gap via eBay
diaper bag - c/o Lily Jade
clogs - Dansko via eBay
haircut - still hate it
You may recall when I wrote a little post about things you don't need when you start having kids? Maybe not but if you do you may also recall that I threw diaper bag on the list and now I'm having to eat my words loud and proud because of this Lily Jade beauty. Even Simon was blown away by the number of pockets (16), changing pad, gorgeous leather, and overall quality of the diaper bag that looks nothing like a diaper bag. I know lots and lots of designer diaper bags claim to look nothing like diaper bags but this one really and truly does not. Back when I was an important fax sorter on Capitol Hill I needed a bag to tote my kitten heels, Blackberry, lunch, Razr cellie, and book du jour and never quite found the one but if I'd stumbled across this I would've been all over it - diaper bag label be shucked because it's the perfect size, and the perfect color and the perfect everything bag without looking like, "hmmm is she catching a flight out of Reagan later ? Because that bag is HUGE." Nope, it's just right. I used to sneak my coffee onto the metro in the mornings and it spilled all over my then bag which ruined it right then and there but this bag? The entire inside (pockets and ALL) is removable and washable and I guarantee I'll be spilling something more pungent than heavily sugary creamed coffee inside so ... praise the bag gods. Put it on your Christmas list - I'm asking for the house to be deep cleaned by an outside party so ... diaper bag isn't anything to be ashamed of as far as I'm concerned. The code CAMP20 is good through December 20th and will give you a hot 20% off either the Caroline (the one I have and might be buried with) or the Madeline.
I'm poorly resisting the urge to type about the fact that - as one of my best friends, Ruth, put it - the "the wheels are about to come OFF of this pregnancy" ... she can say that because she is in her third trimester ... I cannot. The morning sickness is just as bad as the beginning, I'm a bottomless pit that could eat a herd of live horses despite the sickness, and I don't even want to think about maternity panels because even those sound too restricting ... I'm thinking something more along the lines of Simon's scrub pants or maybe a bathrobe (never have I ever owned one but ... my life is young) until May. Pregnancy whining is the worst so I'll stop but I'm just a little worried about the fact that a baby the size of an apple or an avocado or something NEEDS four large glasses of chocolate milk every night ... he/she needs to tone it down lest I fail my glucose test before the knitting needle even touches my "rope-like" veins (as one nurse put it ... still shuddering).
Also ... I scored these hooves on eBay and just assumed they'd be in pretty bad shape because I paid so little for them but they arrived in perfect condition and Simon is starting to warm to the idea of maybe wearing a pair to work (even though "everyone wears them") because they look so comfortable (they are). If someone had told former Grace that future Grace would be voluntarily rocking the professional Dansko five days a week ... out of the house ... with a diaper bag secured to her person she would've asked you to surrender your can-o-crazy because no way. Look at me exceed all expectations always.
I hope you have a relatively pleasant weekend. We have grand plans to make breakfast for dinner and then go to sleep and then wake up to nurse our pancake hangovers because we aren't accustomed to doing anything that cRazY.