Share the Covers--Thug Story

We all know the original teeny-bopping country song by Taylor Swift . . .

But do you know the fun little spin she did off of her song with T. Pain?  It's really cute.

 

Although my oldest son, Kaden, considered it a goth look, I really loved its simplicity and edginess.  It reminded me of something that Gwen Stefani or some other bad ass chick would wear.

Recently, my daughter announced that she planned to dye her hair black when she turned 18.  This is strange since she has gorgeous blonde hair (and was blessed enough to be graced with his dad's side of straight hair instead of my funky curls).

When he heard this, Kaden told her that if she ever dyed her hair black and turned goth he would punch her in the face (with love, of course).

To which my daughter replied "Ugh!  No way!  You'll smear my makeup!"  

It's interesting here.

Black Bodycon Dress-thrifted; Black Leggings-Rue21; Black Leather Vest-Miley Cyrus; Black Buckle Knee High Boots-Forever 21; Leopard Fedora-Amazon; Tassel Necklace-Charming Charlie's; Earrings-gifted; Mirrored Aviators-Target

Mission Monday #32--Printed Pants

Printed pants have been the thang for a few years now.  Some people are threatened by them, but they really are a fun addition to any wardrobe.  And they really are more versatile than you would think.  Next week, we'll explore.

Patrick and I have had the name of the baby--regardless of sex--in mind since before I even got pregnant.  There was a moment, though, where I had a moment of doubt.  Mostly this was because I had always loved the name Marley for a girl.  I share the same birthday as Bob Marley and I consider him to be one of the most influential people to ever live.

Well I told my sister about this who told my mom who threw a fit about it.  "Marley?   Like that dog in that movie?  What?  Like Bob Marley?  No.  No.  You can't name a baby that."  Slightly offended by this because I really did love that name (though ultimately came back around to our original name), I started to understand why my sister never disclosed any of my nieces' names prior to their birth.

My mother is the queen of spaz and not only over the name.  She's convinced that the baby is coming early.  She's scolded me (playfully) about not just having a scheduled birth like my sister, who had all c-sections.  The waiting is truly traumatic for her, she says. 

So I decided to give her a smart ass what-for a couple of days ago.  I told her that if the baby was to be born yesterday, on 4/20, and was a girl, we were going to name her Marley Jane.  And that we were going to bring her home in a hemp blanket.  And that we were going to borrow her husband's dreadlock beanie from a few Halloweens ago for her to wear home.

Of course, she didn't like that well.  I don't understand what the uproar would be.  I think the name Marley is super cute.  And I do think that Bob Marley is an inspirational person with a personal connection to myself as well.  But, that name is not in the running any longer.  Even though my mom has no room to talk.  She named me after a damn bird. 

Red and White Striped Shirt-Marshall's; Maternity Polka Dot Pants-Old Navy; Tweed Flats-Target; Pearl Necklaces-vintage from Grandma and Kohl's; Red and White Polka Dot Scarf-vintage; Diamond Stud Earrings-gifted

 

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Mission #31, Day 5--Pastel and White

It's the last day of Mission Week.  Another fail proof way to wear pastels is an accent to a white outfit.  It adds color in a subtle way.

For the past few weeks my family has instilled a new tradition.  We started doing breakfast for dinner on Sunday early evenings.

Other than the fact that it can be quite a calorie fest, it has worked out really well.  My daughter loves to help make the pancake/waffle mix.  No one complains about eating breakfast.

And we serve it up buffet style on the dining room table.  Everyone can take what they want and nearly as much as they want.

It's not that big of a deal, but the kids have come to love and really look forward to it.  And that makes me so happy.

White Dress-thrifted; Lace Leggings-old; Floral Flats-Payless; Robin's Egg Blue Leather Jacket-Helium, thrifted; Necklace-Charming Charlie's; Earrings-gifted

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