This must be my summer of shorts because I honestly think that I've worn shorts more times this summer than I have collectively over the past...ten years, maybe? As a result, I feel a little
This afternoon, I took P to our local mall to meet up with one of my sisters and her daughters (ages 17 and 19 and whom P adores). I almost always make it a point to wear flats when I'm venturing out with P (high heels + active 30-plus pound child + nearly equally weighted purse = frustration/back pain), and I just wanted to be very casual. Soooo...shorts, a shirt, and some shoes. How hard could that be, right?
An hour-and-a-half-long-hard, I tell you. An hour and a half.
That. is. ridiculous.
I mean, I could understand if I were getting ready to go somewhere important or special, but geez, I just wanted to take my kid to the mall and be comfortable, cool, and kinda cute.
I guess today was just an insecurity day. I was
So, this outfit was the final result:
Plaid madras Loft shorts (that I've already worn twice before, but obviously not well enough to post).
An "unruly-necked" Gap tee (that kept shifting around...I think some poor soul at the mall was flashed).
A flower pin from Talbots (that was awkardly placed and kept aiding the "unruly-necked tee" with the flashing).
And Old Navy flip flops (that I hardly ever wear).
(Hmmm...and why was it again that was I skeptical/miserable/insecure to begin with???)
Seriously, I'm okay with the outfit, though.
And I'm okay with myself, too.
Just so you know, I'm not going through some kind of crisis.
I'm just mad.