I was totally diggin' that you guys had an opinion on clotheslines yesterday, and diggin' even more that Team Kiera prevailed. As always. You people really showed me that you care about my clothes (or something)
Tomorrow I'll be linking up my blog to What I Wore Wednesday. What I was supposed to do was take pictures of what I wore every day that week, then I'll display it every Wednesday. I think I took two or three outfits. I forgot the other days or maybe was in my pajamas most of the day. Oops. What I don't want to happen is me looking like a goofy ol faux pas, so I am employing your help. Again. Opinions. Remember, I won't be sad or mad or happy no matter what you say about this outfit. I'll either keep, or I won't. It's either cute, or it's really not. I've owned it now for two years and have never worn it.
I'm not going to tell you where it's from because I don't want you to be biased.
Maybe I'll cut off the puff sleeves and make it sleeveless.
Who am I kidding, unless my mom does it for me, it'll never happen.
Sparks aren't flying like I'd expected between me and my sewing machine.
One more thing, if I do wear it ever, it'll be ironed.
Does it make my legs look fat?
You don't have to answer that. But if you want to say something like, "cut out the chocolate, fatty"
Last last thing: I didn't wear it today because it's totally not nursing accessible. It'd be to wear out on a date with Mr Inc, not for a playdate.
I realize that out of every square foot of property I live on, I had to take it in front of my 1:2 missing hubcaps. I'm okay with that.