I also found out that our backdoor neighbours’ house was robbed this past weekend. Pretty awful. At least they weren't home and no one was hurt. Apparently there were eggs used to trash the place. Very thoughtful of those creeps who did it. Another reason it was such a good time for Ian to be away.
And then there’s all this NaBloPoMoHo-ing I’ve been doing. I’m so busy checking out blogs, trying to come up with witty comments and interesting, blog-worthy material on a daily basis. It’s madness. I can’t keep up! But I am absolutely awestruck by the writing talent that is out there. Awestruck and dumbstruck. Glad there's no talking involved in blogging.
So this is what I’ve been reduced to today - Fashion Friday, of the hooded variety.
I’ve been digging the hoodie as a wardrobe staple since I had the Girlie. It's an easy casual look that upgrades the typical sweatshirt, that works with T's, jeans, flats, sneakers ... a young look that I can still sort of get away with. At least most other moms with young kids still wear them, so I still qualify in that category, if not strictly by age.
But what made me think I could get away with this?
Yes people, that is a SNAKE on this hoodie. That I bought about two years ago, on the Esprit sale rack. Hmmmm, I wonder why it was such a bargain? And I wonder what possessed me to buy it, knowing there was a slithery thing in that otherwise picturesque floral montage. I think I'd forgotten what was on there, after all, it is on the back of the shirt. I just took a closer look today. There's also a miniature of the same design on the front. Call me legally blind or ignorant; or both. And yes I'm wearing it now; but I don't think I will show it out of the house, ever again.
I bought the following sweet hoodie last summer. It's pretty butterflies and soft orange colour were what caught my eye initially. But it was its fabulous slimming length that cinched the deal for me. Came all the way down past the pelvic bones. Buh-bye muffin tops!
The following picture basically tells the hoodie evolution in my wardrobe, in a nutshell. The one on the left, the soft pink velour with brown and white stripe on the arms? Cutesy sparkly emblem, with a matching pair of velour track pants? In a size extra extra large? All sorts of WRONG! That was one of the first hoodie purchases I made after G was born. Big and roomy, I guess as I was still nursing. I needed a bit more room up top. Unfortunately that room upstairs is now vacant, so the space is no longer needed. So I'll limit velour leisure suit purchases to the toddler variety from now on.
Now the blue hoodie on the right, that is what I call my elegant hoodie. A classic blue colour, it has a very luxurious lining in the hood. Hard to describe the texture, similar to a threaded boa. And the hood can unzip to become a chic shawl collar, should the occasion arise when I want to switch things up a little, you know, live on the edge a bit. An evening hoodie. SJP might even wear it; if she's slumming. I've come a long way through this 'hood, baby.
Next week, maybe we'll do T's? For a sneak peek, here's my signature.