This is the first time I’ve worn blue and black together and not felt like a bruise. (It must be the pattern mixing and the dark navy.)
This is the last time I’m doubting the cuteness factor of a midi skirt. (I actually don’t feel dumpy in this number).
This is the first time I feel comfortable and slim fully tucking in a shirt (as opposed to the half-tuck).
This is the last time I buy a shirt that hits below my hip bone. (Even my usual pull-it-away-from-your-body-to-ruche-it trick didn’t quite work).
This is the last time I get to wear heels for a while. (I can’t believe how heavy wedges are in a suitcase. Flip flops pour moi all summer, I guess.)
This is the first time I’m leaving my husband and the kiddos for longer than a week.
This is the last time I leave my husband and the kiddos for longer than a week without an exit strategy.
Do I really have to go? I’m missing them already! Do you think it’d be tempting karma if I faked sick halfway through so I can go home early?
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Old Navy
Skirt – Gap via eBay
Wedges – Brash @ Payless