As many of you may or may not know, when people like me (who were hardly fashionable before they had kids) have children, it's all downhill from there as far as clothing is concerned. I live in sweatpants covered in spit up and peas (Elsie has a thing for sneezing right after a spoonful of peas) and I rarely wear my hair down. While this is a perfectly acceptable wardrobe in "Mom-land," I feel like it's totally not in Blogland. But Blogland's expectations for mommies and women in general is a post for another day.
ANYWAY. Point is, I got dressed a while back. In something somewhat cute. It was a miracle, and I give you the proof.
There you have it. That is what I wore. Fancy schmancy.