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Organic Hippie Veggie Freak

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Lace Inset Tank & Kimono – UO  //  Jeans – Gap  //  Shoes – Threadsence  //  Necklace – I forgot

Usually I start to seriously think about my garden around this time of year, but with temperatures hanging just barely above the freezing mark it’s the furthest thing from my mind.  I have my seeds ready and my girl and I stand with baited breath for those warmer days to start so we can grow our own delicious food.

In the mean time, we’ve signed up for a delivery service offered here.  It’s a service that delivers a huge box of fresh organic produce to our doorstep.  Not only is it super convenient to have it all just appear, but it challenges us by giving us things we wouldn’t always buy. It’s just freed us up quite a bit and I love it.  Plus, since it’s all organic we end up getting more creative so that we can use up every single last little bit.

I know.  I’m geeking about organic produce and home gardens.

Black and White

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Fringe Kimono – Lovely Day  // Top – Ezra  //  Jeans – Gap  //  Booties – Walmart  //  Necklace – Ten Thousand Villlages

Sometimes you’re in a rush, things are frazzled, and don’t have the choice of taking ideal photos.  Those days turn into black and white days.  Not only in outfit choices, but also in photography styles.  It just seemed right to take this day, this outfit, down to it’s barest essentials – that of black and white.  Sometimes it’s just what you need.

Pause the News

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Bell Sleeve Sweater – Somedays Lovin  //  Velvet Pants – Gap  //  Fringe Booties – Aldo  //  Necklace – Threadsence  //  Jacket & Sunnies – F21

We don’t have tv in the classic sense.  We have Netflix and networked computers.  So my girl is used to using a keyboard to play her shows and can navigate it pretty well.  So, recently we were watching the news on the three digital channels that we do actually get on tv (from the antenna) and she needed to go to the bathroom.  We got up to go.  She walked over to the keyboard and hit the spacebar, ’cause that’s what she does to pause her shows.

Nothing happened.  She did it again. Nothing. She furrowed her brow and tried one more time.  Then looked at me and said, “Mama, the show’s broken.  It’s not pausing.”

It was one of those moments when you realize that your upbringing and hers is totally different.  She’s so in tune with our tech that to her it makes perfect sense that you can pause all your shows, whereas I never did.  You left, you missed part of the show.

I know it’s a minor difference, but it’s illustrative of the greater differences between being a kid now, and being a kid then.

Something May Be Seriously Wrong…

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Fuzzy Cardigan – Darling via Emerging Thoughts  //  Dress – Mink Pink via Threadsence  //  Scarf – SITC  //  Wool Fedora – UO  //  Belt & Earrings – F21  //  Sunnies – Lace Affair  //  Boots – Locale  //  Rings – Body Blue

Recently my Girl had to go get some shots.  She was super brave about it by hopping up onto the exam table and even holding out her arm for the doctor.  She smiled through it all until the huge tears came when the needle went in.  Then, 10 seconds later she was giggling again.

Now, every morning when she wakes up she hopefully asks me if we’re going to get shots again.  And is incredibly disappointed when I say that we aren’t.  Then she asks if we’ll go tomorrow, and again is disappointed when I say we’re not.   Something might be wrong.  She might like pain a little too much.  Maybe we should get that checked out……

…then again, it might have something to do with the chocolate Kinder egg she got as a reward.

Her Go-To Poses

Dress – Mango //  Shirt – Gap  //  Boots – Call It Spring  //  Tights – HUE  //  Necklace – Ten Thousand Villages

These days whenever I try to take outfit shots guess who wants to run in there and ham it up for the camera?
Yup, that little pink booted girl.  She’s pretty awesome though.
Her go-to poses are the stick out tongue, the innocent smile, and the hands on hips.
She’s nailed those.

Red Nosed Winter Boots

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Asymmetrical Dress – Threadsence  // Long Cardigan –  Hem&Thread  //  Tights – hansel from basel  //  Socks – UO  //  Bag – Matt by Matt&Nat  //  Boots – Locale  //  Necklace – unknown  //  Rings – Body Blue

Epic fail as a fashion blogger.  That’s what this Winter has caused.  I’m wearing the same warm winter boots in every outfit because that’s the only thing that I can wear without my toes freezing off!  How sad is that?  Plus, my shots – excepting today – are mostly just outside my home as it’s way too cold to travel far for some inspired backgrounds.  And finally, there’s perpetual red nose on me *that I could photoshop away, except that I’d like to stay honest with you guys* from the bitter wind.

I’m sooo way past ready for Spring.  

Have a great weekend.  See ya for more red nosed, winter boot outfits.

Camaraderie Among Mamas and Vomit

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Sweater – Guess  //  Jeans – Gap  //  Zebra – Lustre Boutique in Montreal  //  Boots – Locale  //  Aviators – F21  //  Beanie – Aldo

Returning home on the bus with my baby girl in my lap, holding her close because she’d been complaining of a tummy ache, I wished the driver could go faster.  I feared what was about to happen on the crowded, rush hour ride.  And sure enough, within seconds it went flying.  Vomit.  Vomit went flying from my little girl into my face, my hair, and all down both of our coats, scarves, and pants.  By that point I had resigned myself, and while no one said anything, I knew this is not what they wanted after a long day at work.  But when my girl started crying, not because she felt sick or because she vomited, but because she got ‘you all dirty’ I said screw it.

Nothing I could do for the other people.  They were adults and just had to understand that sometimes crap *or vomit* like this happens, especially to little toddlers.  I could, however, do something for the little girl crying in my arms upset that she got me dirty.  I soothed that little girl telling her it didn’t matter, and sat there holding her covered in puke for the next ten minutes – until we got to our stop.  No one offered a word of encouragement, or a friendly look of sympathy.  It was a very looooong ten minutes.

Until it came to my stop, and a lady who was sitting at the far back came forward, and as she past us, she didn’t cringe or give a dirty look like I had done this on purpose *’cause yeah, I torture my child just to screw up your day* but instead she cried, “Oh no!  Can I help you????”  She was getting off at the same stop as I,  and as the bus slowed, stopped, opened and we exited, she kept offering her assistance.  Asking if there’s anything she can do to help us home.  We were all right – I just had to carry her to the house and then get her cleaned off – but this lady with her sincere help and understanding gave me the support and strength I needed at exactly the right time.

Thank you.  Thank you to this lady.  I don’t know your name, and I didn’t catch it as I was wrapped up in my girl, but thank you.  You really helped give one mama a little camaraderie right when she needed it.

*Linking up with WIWW*

Why Ask Why

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Shirt & Leather like pants – Zara  //  Boots – Call It Spring  // Black cuff – EBay  //  Grey Metal Bracelet – Threadsence

Remember when I told you we’re firmly in that “Why” stage?  Well, it’s truly and firmly engraved.  Changing her diaper while she was sleeping, I rolled her over and she ejected a spontaneous “why?!” in her sleep.

I whispered, “Because it stinks.”

Pretty sure she didn’t hear me though.

Carrot Muffins

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Sweater Jacket – Zara  //  Top & Jeans – Gap  //  Scarf – Target  //  Wool Fedora – UO  //  Boots – Call It Spring

Andrew turns to Baby Girl and asks, “What would you like in your carrot muffins?  Pineapple or raisin?”

She answers, “Carrots!”

He asks,”Yes, but pineapple or raisins?”

“Carrots!”

“You want carrots in your carrot muffins?”

“Yes, Da-ddy!” she replies rather irritated now that he’s asking such an obvious question.

You obviously put carrots, else they would not be carrot muffins.  Geez, Dads apparently have a lot of learning to do.

Two Hours of My Life

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Plaid faux suede shirt – Cotton Candy  //  Tank – H&M  //  Pants – unknown  //  Boots – Aldo  //  Necklace – bought in Europe  //  Bracelets – F21

Two hours.  Two hours that I could’ve spent running, then having a massage.  Two hours I could’ve been curled up with my favorite book.   Two hours I could’ve gone shopping, or had lunch with some girlfirends and laughed.

Nope.  Instead, it was two hours spent trudging through fabric stores.  Two hours spent rubbing fabric after fabric on my cheek to test it’s softness and silkiness.  Two hours spent cursing at the weather, and got hungrier in search of the elusive fabric.  Two hours.

Those two hours I could’ve watched a movie, drank wine, and had my feet rubbed.  No, instead I spent two hours going from store to store to find the perfect fabric to patch up that 23 year old piece of scrap blankie because some short blond girl looked at me with sad, puppy dog eyes and said, “Mommy, oh no!  My blankie has a hole.”

What I wouldn’t do for her.

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