This weekend I shall head to the Mothership. I heard via the awesome personal shopper Michelle (hey woman!) that some mighty fine Pilcro colored denim has arrived. I shall scope. I shan’t try on….dear me, no…..my regular size might get up to my knees, but not past them. And that’s just too darn depressing for words. I’ll just pet them for now. You’ll for sure find me in the back of the store, checking out this loungey number:
Don’t you think this would be an excellent post-pushin’ piece to slip into? I’ve never owned a silk robe, and I’ll be darned if this isn’t just the perfect excuse to buy one. I also like this one, but it’s dry clean only, whereas the Thistledown Robe is hand wash approved. In my closet, ease of fabric care always wins. I also have to return the Bento Box Top that arrived from a charge send, because…well, I’m not feeling it. It’s too short to wear right now as I was planning, and later on, after I’ve deflated, I still fear it will be too short for the silhouette I’d like with skinny jeans and boots. No worries….I’ll just put it towards my Chies fund. I’m also hoping next week’s markdowns will make me want to do a cheer move, herkie style, by seeing the Calliope and the Million Pleats Midi finally make the cut, so I could use a store credit to help me out there. (I was actually pretty good at Herkies back in the days of my JV cheerleading career. The last time I attempted a herkie was on the trampoline with my kiddos and was devastated to learn that my bladder ain’t what it used to be). Don’t you think it should be the law of the universe or something that the more children you grow and birth from your very own loins, the prettier, perkier, tighter, and nicer you automatically become? In the United States of Molly, that’s the way it would work. All of my readers have immediate citizenship, by the way. We’d all be able to perform perfect herkies. Free soft pretzels are also handed out on every street corner, and Anthropologie stores magically appear right outside your door when you click your heels together 3 times. The United States of Molly ain’t too shabby, eh?
I’ve been horrible about taking outfit photos this week. I indeed HAVE been clothed….it’s just been hectic, and the usual time I take photos, (like when the sun isn’t burning a dang whole in my head) we’ve been at the pool. I only go outside for bodies of water these days. Otherwise, you’ll find me worshiping the air conditioner inside.
I have a WHOLE SLOUGH of Anthrofied DIY projects to get going on. The heat is messing with my motivation. The belly is too. I finished one project last weekend that involved some of this with a canvas, hot glue, the sun, and a hairdryer:
I’ll show you the completed project once it’s hung. It was a project I did for the playroom or possibly the kids’ bathroom. It’s quirky and fun, Anthro-kids style. Other projects coming up?
A bunch of these for my kids reading corner:
And a bunch of these, for my daughter’s room.
If I finish these in the coming week, I may want to do some more herkies. But perhaps I’ll use visualization techniques, imagine the Russian judge giving me a perfect 10 for my herkie, and call it good.
Any of you seen the Lepidoptera Dress in stores yet? I know it’s out already, cause I’ve seen two reviews online. I want your impressions. I’m hoping it’s there in my store when I pop in for a vizzy, but otherwise, those of you, my readers, those without belly hotels going on, who I appreciate and love, please try the dang thing on and tell me how it fits! I’m sure the sash is removable. It will be if I get it! Take some photos and send them my way! I’d love to see and post pics of you doing what I can’t do for myself right now.
Happy weekend to you all!
P.S. Bumpies-don’t forget to send me your photos. It’s been kinda quiet. I’ve had two submission thus far. C’mon, ladies. Let your bump so shine….